Don't change the way we are, still opening up for the scars. Let's not re-hash what once was. We're falling further down the spiral into denial. It makes
: Don't change the way we are, still opening up for the scars. Let's not re-hash what once was. We're falling further down the spiral into denial. It
live for. But so did my nigga, my nigga--he's gone, and all he left was his memories. But when I die, you gon' see me. One, two, three, Wally rest in
nigga just get fucked up for this one? [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't
to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for
is greener And the sky is always blue And it goes on forever and ever but there is only room for two Deep at night I'm awakened from my dreams, Next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo Murder... "murder was the case
s the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggaz minds are trapped twenty
the pourin' rain I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew They left last night in the bus around two
it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I've become CNN said I'll be dead by twenty
blues It will pass away like a slow parade It's leaving but I don't know how soon And the world's got me dizzy again You'd think after twenty-two years
jams on Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town I seen niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fall
t enough, I just seen thirty three You only half a W without a second V Got to be dreaming, bitch got to be chosen Shorty when I was twenty I had a Camry
wha?, hey, hey!) [Aceyalone] Rollin' in my two thousand and twenty-one More than machine with expandable wings I land on the scene like a man from a dream
pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you baby boo Murder "murder was the case that
one to the head, make you fall to your knees Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's Two shows at tonight's inquisition And drifted and dreaming, lost
