two options Turn yourself in.. or come out BLASTING!"; *boom* [Kool G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet Get your ass out of town
of town Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better While the children meet, got the world at their feet Not knowing what's around the corner Are we living
not to believe that But that's the only feedback, I get from living life my way Not a surfer, but I used to ride the crime waves Used to live life sideways
city the river did run Because of the architect, the buildings fell down Smothered or drowned, all the seeds which were sown I wish I were somewhere but not in this town
I'll see you in my dreams. Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I take a big notion To jump in the river and drown. And
he can Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living
a record, get down, yo) I take y'all niggas straight, beneath the surface To the core, if it ain't raw it's worthless Pentab professional, hold the ink While river
, bad habitat, watch my voice battle cats While I'm spittin' battle raps On the high horse and I keep my saddle strapped You'd be headin' up the river
cost to get where you are ignored the agony of those who've suffered from your greed and most of all your lives have made our lives a living hell so
Realized I'd never be part of your world [Chorus] From the east to the west to the other side of town from the edge of the river It cant be found from
, have a nap and get use to this (Yea) [J.R. Writer] Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns
out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them niggas route; Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house [Chorus] This just the town we live in; North
I live in a small town, deep in L.A. About five miles north of where the Lakers play Everybody here's from someplace else Workin' all together just like
there's no way to get down home ?Cause down home's just a memory Wish I could leave this big town city Living ain't living to me But there's no way
boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode
zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running but I have no fear 'Cause London is burning and I live by the river London
a little boy and there was a little girl And they lived in an alley under the red sky There was a little boy and there was a little girl And they lived
you, strong arm you inspire you with fear It has the opposite effect There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town The other one is long gone