on the piano Shattered by the booze And this is what you're up to At the devils rendezvous [Chorus x2] You got cheap red whine and a lot of time Whisky
while they flossin' in they rides Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive Parkin' lot
hate it's gon' be like this I wonder why everything come to me like this And if only fo' one night I finally get my smile Lord, I don't wanna leave like
I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me [Hook - 2x] Man fuck, finally
tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest Having house parties in a crowded spot And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot Everybody wanna dance
depths of hell is where those cowards goin Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally
your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin
, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the
every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot
now everybody's checkin for my posthumous release [scratched twice: RZA] "Death is a final step!" [Jadakiss] "You know dead rappers get better promotion" "Death is a final
're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall And all of the houses they build in the seventies finally
Aren't you glad it's finally over Don't you feel a whole lot better? Isn't it a joy to lie alone at night Aren't people more exciting? Doesn't music have
lot of pleasure? Don't you worry 'bout a thing if you start to dance and sing And chills comin' up on you And if the rhythm finally gets you and
have a lot of pleasure? Don't you worry about a thing if you start to dance and sing And chills coming up on you And if the rhythm finally gets you and
far away from the place Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste And the puzzle will last till somebody will say "There's a lot to be done while
we?ve really come Since we walked away And no more words to say And we made a lot of sacrifice Undid a lot of ties Fought a lot of fights To get
happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix. But all the while I was alone The past was close behind, I seen a lot