No opinion, have no thoughts have noc feelings, kill your heart they will tell you where to walk they will tell you when to talk there are just
be trying to be Jack Bauer So let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe:] I guess
? (Come, On!) Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Lo Loso (Yea!) Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose
i can stop tryin' to had to get my mind on what i do they would not oblige to a mind who inclined or flyin' over climbers, glidin' through the skies as a slow minds wander walkin
niggas for real man? (*Sings*)Fucking around with Z-Ro nigga ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong) (*Talks*)Know I'm saying, when I walk
em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober ni**a talkin thug walkin
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead
my bread now, Ill cut your head now You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop
, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line
to have Hummers big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers damm Dog, you been in here that long? you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin
Dead Then The Nigga Dead)... (If Stunna Say The Nigga Dead Then The Nigga Dead)... [Birdman:] (If Younin Say The Nigga Dead Then The Nigga Dead) (If Younin Say The Nigga Dead Then The Nigga Dead
was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines
just a boy And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line
