ideas That couldn't exist outside, Of progress, and distress Was our muse to create, A little hope Without the fear of being rejected Where do we stand now
That couldn't exist outside, Of progress, and distress Was our muse to create, A little hope Without the fear of being rejected Where do we stand now
pain of my crews' treachery You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick We'll hit your block so hard
up in the air Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there, 'Cause we're living at the mercy of The pain and the fear Until we dead it, Forget
Why do you deny-i We?re swimming in the sky We?re swimming in the sky We?re swimming in the sky
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good Came up quick to the hideout Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out While we waited
me, now, now, now. Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we
Over Until the Flesh has crept and taked No time to hesitate, anticipation Much to be done And it don't matter where ya come Really don't matter where
love has taken But in the end you're standing here with me Now it's a long road to forever But together I know we'll find a way We're standing on the
you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at [R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus] Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh [Verse 2 - R.O.C.] Lord
hes intubated and we're bagging him now uuh B.P 90 over palp patient cool pale and diaphoretic has aspirated uuh G.S.C is 3 we'll update enroute E
It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight Where they sacrifice the life and
I Flesh of my flesh And mind of my mind Two of a kind but one won't survive Right here is where the end gon' start at Conflict, contact, combat Fighters stand where
planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til we even, until you bleedin', until
Dirty Money So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
out this bitch (Don Juan) Now look here I done told ya'll mother fuckers We gone do it again And we gone do it twice And we gone rock this
the mothafuckin house, And we came here today to talk to you about this thang called pimpin. It has been misunderstood over the years, so now, we come