Trapped in a place where no one says what they mean and everybody grows up too fast i can hold my breath only for so long still reaching for a purpose
would Harass him, til he finally blacked out They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead
with fear All my life's been drained from me The end is drawing near... [III. Carpe Diem] "Carpe diem Seize the day" I'll always remember The
I'm dead the smog got me fucked! *The smog is coming* *The smog is coming* *The smog is coming* *The smog is coming* It's another cloudy day, it's raining
a diet but my pockets eating cheese cake And I?ll say boy the Chucky is Child?s play Just killed another career it?s a mild day Besides ?Ye they can?
a diet but my pockets eating cheese cake And I'll say Bride of Chucky is Child's Play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides 'Ye they can
bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know cause they seen us in the videos That know, the day that you play me Will be the same day
's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, like that Goin out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac Ah suki, suki All day and day, any day, every damn day I be
salute you having been formed by your ancestors the gods of your ancestors salute you they draw you in they draw you through they draw they draw you
(feat. The Family) It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars, make
Used to wake up on the morning hugging the sheets Used to practice what I'd say for the day that we meet Used to pray every day for the day that we meet
(Keith, Hannon, Skeoch) Stormy night under dead black skies, he pulls into town Thunder rolls and the lightning bolts come crashin' to the ground Cold
witcha Let me smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow somethin' withca [Verse 3] Another nigga like Xzibit just can't be found I eliminate dead
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
