of story many n-ggas don't live to tell it, I put my life in this sentence, like a convicted felon, Victory is mine, climb a mountain raise my fists and
a dead poll every rapper dread this boys be pain at the naming of the dead list or the red list the blood shed fest fist to fist on the mic you're left
I've got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest) I've got to make up my mind and try to make up some time I'm hanging on a thread
the hands that have murdered a million Unarmed patrons' fists raised They don't wanna listen to the bullshit being fed to them spoonful at a time When
of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come
but notice your pain (My pain?) It runs deep, share it with me They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time
Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff. I feel pretty good today, This time I can see it. This time
Mr. Shadow] I'm rarely unforgiven syko driven out of my mind I be more blunt then the sincre so mothafuck don't waste my time Step into these kamakazi
't tear ya up in church but God pretty eyes done covered up some dirt Plus he kept a thug alert For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists These
' tunes there on the bones of the innocent Greedy little minds sit tradin' guns and bad medicine Could it be it's time for Brother Abel to raise some
dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
We need some positive vibes for these rainy days Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away We need some positive vibes life's for fun so go and
spoken to We throw a cold screw and sober up When I'm approaching you at the same time We posting two niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do What they supposed
with niggaz I was RAISED WITH, went out in a BLAZE WITH In the penile, to B.ville, down to Grayson And we thick together, in these last days kid So I
who you fuckin wit Still put it down in the town on some other shit (Not that undercover shit), that's not me I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P [
it?) time to visit but it's two years later Cause Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988 He's got some fat he's got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz