the minute. how do I live when this life is the one string pinning me down? in my world of disappointment, you can just wake me when I?m through. a goodbye note
Slangin' mo yay than the next man If I come up, don't get mad Just give a pound to let the best stand 'Cause I done tried gettin' twenty off a note
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
big waves like you didn't set an anchor [Raekwon the Chef] Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene
not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene
lie When I say break wide, I mean take trips Not just in your ride in your mind 'Cause when you left, you're right on time The sun'll come out tomorrow and it'll set
jumpin' to the beat Everybody's groovin' Got this party on its feet I got the DJ rockin', B-boys clockin' Fakers jockin' all in my scene So if you came
flashed scenes from his life For each scene he noted two sets of footprints in the sand One belonged to him the other to the Lord When the last scene
you're a love note, I will be your yellow song bird But poetry is past tense tension played out yesterday Instead we say Dive deep into city scenes All
the realm where the glory don?t stop Where your feet stay locked when atop of battle block Cornerstone buildin? from the floor to the ceiling Set it
's a cutthroat party Now it's up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate I move on ones who double-cross Set them up, now they
7 Whereupon I deny fulfillment has yet to arrive Chorus: F g c dm7 And I know life is getting shorter F g c d7 I can't bring myself to set the scene
, there is no one to weep, It's a picture from life's other side. From Folksinger's Wordbook, Silber Note: Last verse is funny. Anybody know a consistent set
and exotic When we on the scene it's a major plus And whoever facin' us we dangerous If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it No doubt about it, fly and exotic When we on the scene
my base This worlds so cold I'm a let you know You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock
with this Dope beat combined with lyrical energy You can rewind this, play this again and see Just how I kick the, rhymes that hit ya Snug in your mug, while I depict a Scene
[Singing:] Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming. Your body's been dying, while your mind
