lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all total strangers Time changes dust
' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews We all about our past, blast if he break
baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin
fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house [Ice T] O to the mutha fuckin G I break
Groove as your soul sings spinnin' all around as we dust a melody groove as your soul sings spinnin' all around Welcome to this groove, you can move
your words behind that smashed face. I am that legion that kicked you down. I say when your ready to turn to dust. I will really break you if I must
Breaking through the silence One voice given to remind us One voice nothin more and nothin less Than a voice calling out A voice in the wilderness REPEAT CHORUS One voice Breaking
on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break
of them and there’s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust. It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this
Miscount, 60 Sec., account the amount You seem to lost, your whereabout, there about A year to mount roundhouse, heavy second stakeout Try to break out
Back to A, A back to Z No act in me, mo' mack fo' me When I [CHORUS] [Swizz Beatz] Oh-oh Take a break Oh Your break's up Let's go, let's go [Eightball
handsome and smart Walked away with my heart Just like that... He found a temporary home in my flat Telling innocent lies Throwing dust in my eyes But
trying To stay inside Hearts break And hearts wait To make us Grow from dust Then our eyes cry And souls sigh So that we know That it hurts Our hearts break
your time It doesn't seem to matter Maybe nothing really matters Long enough to break it all away Somewhere out there Gathered in the dust Sometimes
Lloyd-Mertens) This days an invitation And it's just for you You've got a reservation For the 17th of june Open your eyes and let the sun break in for
This day's an invitation And it's just for you You've got a reservation For the 17th of June Open your eyes And let the sun break in for a while There
I just gotta break free You'll find that underneath it all there's a little bit of sunshine coming through the landslide. I've been so down and dusted
I looked in my rearview And now I don't see You Sometimes the things you want are hard to take Sometimes the ones you love are risks you don't make And the dust