need a dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7
sacking them digits Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes,
eleven! Arsonists burnin people and they dogs up while they sleepin Peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin Hurricanes blowin cities down every other
Jay and Run-D.M.C. We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three") And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips
I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when I come around And y'all been trying to figure me out for years Trying
) I'm alone this world (It's hard sometimes) [COS] Yo, Huh, I guess not cause if they was They would've heard my pain years ago When I was out there
soldier (come) talk with a soldier centerblocks stop shooting straight from the shoulder as we all get older and hope falls over and damn you was 6 years
trying to make a living after i spent it on his children and ten others, Lets see thats three sisters and 7 brothers all we had was each other and or
we think we got it tough We go to church two times a year and you think that's enough To get by with our lives and look good in others' eyes Eventually
the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away I just woke up the other night And now I know what to do I just woke up the other night,
years? John: haven't a clue. Yoko: well, maybe it's still yet to happen, you see. That's why we're trying to do it. In other words, by very, very peaceful
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty
be Oscar has a newspaper 13 months old A wrapped fish in it, all smelly and cold From garbage that came from you and me 1.........2...........3...........4............5....... 6..........7
behind the stands She said we need to talk She went on and on about this town bein' small And how she needed other things Just about when they made it 7
the prophecy Go and tell your hood, your people ain't stoppin me More, he's up to no good, stop watching me This year, my year just watch and see, motherfucker
the rent-to-own store, and hand them my payment. How convenient. As the last 6 yrs went buy my TV saw me through 7 apartments, 4 boyfriends, 2 bands
some. And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of junk will make me not want us to meet each other. I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
have a seat and play a game of, uh Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing