Before I depart from all of my youth, I want you to know that I've always been true I never want these nights to end, Singing with and to all of you.
Do you remember a time When you believed in yourself And every note was in tune with how you really felt? Cause I?m filled with this melody, but I?ve
Back to the city from green grass I swear I've never moved so fast Cause I know what's been waiting on me A whole life I left behind It's beautiful out
just a broken bitter moon Could you resign to come down and waste your time and spend money on me baby, I'll show you all this city Cause I've tasted
Well I'm fine But sometimes I stutter cause I cant keep time In love with simple words that rhyme Perfectly placed, they sting much more than mine And
Hey, I must be out of my mind Every second's a lesson that I'm just wasting my time I'd give anything to feel the way I used to feel Full of certainty
I found a story I once wrote where airwaves swallowed cities whole The source of all destruction was my own And I'm starting to think we can be more
hit your car [Hook] Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them all Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the Crooked Z-Ro the Mo City Don, it
[Z-Ro talking] Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don Sending this out to Ron fuck you Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me Fuck all of y'all man, it go down
How much pain, can I manifest When I come to wreck, ripping through your flesh techs My killers you'll never see, invisible invisible are we Unseen like ghosts, strike
buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes
strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back
have a fight, look, look (we can throw it off nigga) (What's up nigga? What's up?) Throw yo mothafuckin hands up nigga That's right, we gone take it back
or that others have tried, and failed. Then sometimes, with good luck, he will succeed." [Esoteric] Where we livin in the city where the law is 3 strikes
s a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you strike back
Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it) [Verse One] We comin through to take control of each zip code Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco Tokyo to back
was never my own. Maybe someday you'll have nowhere to turn, You'll look back and wonder 'bout the bridges you have burned. You'll look back sometime
't know it, even though Oh, no, no, can't let you go When I pop pop pop (pop, pop) That funk'll gon' blow you away Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
