pictures, and past times Is what?s left of my life? (Broken Promises) Would you believe a word I said? If I told you this is the best of me. So close your eyes and
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block [Chorus
Times Can't Explain, Just What Attracts Me To This Dirty Game I Reminisce On Tha Past Crimes Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [Verse 2:] Like Watching Pictures
me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked
In their face and kick their little butts [FIGHT COMMENTATORS: Squirrel and Mikey Roads] - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
I didn't know last year Who the f-ck are y'all I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it
Drive slow or the cops will get ya' And sit back while I paint this picture For the city It's been my home for about two decades Folks rock T and C
[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this
really know though Cuz they walking past me Giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new shit coming out At tha picture house They be huddled up and
sleep my eyes closed the next thing i remember was crawling out from the car and seeing you lying there holdin your head kissing you for the last time
pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months yo I can
house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months
Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times just like these And
'em in my scope, that's close enough Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga See me
now so she stands far but close enough for her pictures to have me in the background I'm kinda used to it now they say it's all part and parcel and if
really know though 'Cuz they walking past me, giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new shit coming out At the picture house They be huddled up and
weed, jewels and Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food and Dentyne See what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth Hit with plenty of time