So this is what it feels like to lose everything You in the fire So this is what it feels like to have no more Dreams to conspire You know you're
All the guns that you point at me Will be useless for all eternity Too much is at heart We fight to win You dont have a chance We'll fight you to
When will you know we will not be surpressed Until the lord has come,we will not rest Your word isn't all you have to give You have your soul to
seen him? has anybody spoke to him?" This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed the Holy Trinity in the mirror where I see my only enemy
Cole, aint nothing like it So girls don?t wanna f-ck him, now they wanna f-ckin? like him and hope you f-ckin? wife him Yeah, nuttin? like him Yeah,
down see the diamonds face crown, wreckin whole H-town comin through and we down, with them hoes wanna see me yellas in bikinis break em off for DeMo
Mystery repeats Life got tricks but its treats too Love my ancestry Yo I see you You live with me So i'ma live through you Continue this beautiful cycle
switch up Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge They was blinded when the good shined through
all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80 Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby See back back then then
the whitest aandr you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson five get a hook-up at jive Dress up like ICP. and have them come see
of touchin' kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They
see me on behind the scenes But you can catch me at a money machine, Ching Ching (Rock with me) Put ya hands up in the air so (I can see) That you feel
hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, goin' east-bound, 80 Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby See back, back
a back ally At times I would wake up in the dark with no electricity On top of that we were struggling cause we got no money And going through this inside
through it So in essence, they still floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing They just usin these record labels to do it Takin our hearts off demos
back, way back ya'll) I wanna go back, I wanna go back (Back in the time) I remember little Robert 'cause I stayed with him I used ta go and see Campbell
shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and strangle The love triangle between me the mic and the turntable Went to studios We want to make demos
finished up my set then Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him And there he was, mad and drunk So I gave him his money and sent him off with
