-yo, big mann, what's happenin? -just out here chillin, dawg -shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about? -nigga, I'm out here reminiscin
miles north on the Hudson river we've gathered for a sort of wake Nobody felt like celebrating, but the firemen needed a break They've been to so many funerals
night, They come sneak'n around. Hear'm silently shouting, 'till I'm down on my knees. So I'm going to lie on this floor, In my black funeral dress
stuck Now all you candy paint, her legs and her butt People always mistake me for Mannie Fresh 'Cause hoes see the way I dress and say "Man He Fresh"
then the cameras pan, the stand in stunt man, dress rehearsal rag, it's just the dress rehearsal rag, you know this dress rehearsal rag, it's just a dress
Beautiful LIKE the dress I laid out for you Let your hair down the way you always used to The tile's cold, The tap is dripping As I go to rinse my hands
find out where you belong Hey, step out of the shade your limits they will fade Get out of their grip, into a freedom trip. Walkin' on your way, no stopping
have no job, nothing to eat A way of live, but not their choice Nobody cares, don't hear their voice It's a daily battle, there's no other way What
with one goal all for one and beer for all out of my way, i am going to the party no i won't stay at home out of my way cause i'm going to the party
push Fear in the street, fear in the night All the punx, we must unite Political wankers out of the way We'll beat you out, you can't stay Oi!
so boring Suicide, confusion all around No pub you feel home, no records to please you You're strangled by the crowd, there's no fucking way out
Young thugs from Queens to [unverified] Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock In these streets, where we from We all caught in the game Tryna pull our life out
in the same Old way. I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way. Indian restaurants that curry my brain --- Newspaper warriors changing the
Squad) Look here." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm Slum ass wanna
i never held a funeral for that big part of me that died. i need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind. i need to piece my mind
shit Thats the only way I do it *only way* Beat you in your skull til your drippin red fluid Rugged shit Thats the only way I'll kick it *yeah* If not
s and ammo get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles the Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals ridin' camels way across the
at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fighting Could we get some cars to go and check that out please?" A young man stands up against the wall Dressed