It seems like yesterday Now all we have in common is - the memories Now all we have in common is - the memories Where have they gone? To all my friends who faded
fast It seems like yesterday Now all we have in common is - the memories Now all we have in common is - the memories Where have they gone? To all my friends who faded
so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain
Born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white tee's wife beaters button up
[Wyclef] Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my
down and write it I - am - number one Hey hey hey hey... What does it take to be number one Two is not a winner, and three nobody remembers What does
let her see the pies Might say in foolish but we have a bond She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond all the death threats cause I owe'd niggas
you handle the drive? Act on it, 'cause life can flash before your eyes. [madchild:] Before I'm laid to rest, i'ma do my best, 'cause the biggest death threat
Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not Epitaph, airbrush with death White T's, wife beaters, button
Hop in the caravan with Hiero and hit the road to take care of fans You know what, I'm claimin' dozens, it's Sudden Impact Crib Death It's big threat
in the Y2K Han Solo toucher laugh it up dickface Took ol' girl on a joy ride faded off Obi Won and crashed into the Death Star's remains Tapped the right
full of thug faces Momma gave a nigga breath A life of stress, I invest in a vest And makin' niggaz watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain
the trees along with their wining moans The town, so old and tired, was sleeping the night away Safely tucked in bed not knowing of any threat But peaceful dreams faded
her see the pies Some may say in foolish but we have a ball She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond all the death threats cause I ol niggas She
floor-punching macho pabulum. Back to the Motor League I go. Once thought I drew a lucky hand. Turned out to be a live grenade of play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats
inna everybody. white, black, to chinie pass the heini, onset offset. No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law. You better be in by sundown. Sending death threats
