comes of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing? 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall
man on the balcony Singing nobody will ever remember me Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees Lunatic of a God or a God of a lunatic Oh, their faces are
of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing? 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall
pull out and blast you I try to only resort to violence if I have to But man niggaz out here are playing fair So before the odds are even I'm leaving
at the top we want yo spot we are for real And yet we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels So you best be on your toes nigga Especially
niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real And yet we heard you got it locked but like them socks we on your heels So you best be on your toes
Smith-n-Wess' Now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game! Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang [TrAc] We are soldiers now (we are soldiers now!) We
BROOKLYN Bed-Stuy, teardrop on my left eye Star on the other one, L, we got antoher one "Mama Said Knock You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love
on me Watch out boy (boy!) It's comin fast (fast) White lightning's 'bout to strike It don't matter who up in here boy (boy!) There's sixteen inmates
strong, stand tall and never fall Quick to get ticked off Every other day, take this wit'cha (Wit'cha) The politics stretched out, we all stressed out
This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world Fresh coast gettin? rowdy We don?t represent out west we signifyin? We showin? out And we about to
Bros., Qwest and JCOR's name) Strange, we independent and you suckas Are the enemy you fuckin up the industry You bustas will remember me To all you hataz in power we
New York and we live for you Sling for you My squad struck oil Now we coppin', platinum things Diamond rings, nice cosy things And a party for free From
the buck n'bloody fractures on my body Bustin' out on the public, bringin' the ruckus Screamin', die punk motherfuckers Reminisce on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches Smokin' on