the ground. You're impart to my heart and I taste the blood that poured from the wrists of angels. All will be rid of and you depict all my heart so
you'll never be the same if I hit it You know you longing for the stroke so you drippin' She smoking and that will be the scapegoat for sippin' Oooo your
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did Coming up as a a young kid Trying to get rid of all
away! I'd be free-I'd be rid of all of this But there's someone I would miss And being near him is what this is all about! So running away is out! Papa
I caught up with the nigga Pulled out the nine, and I sprayed him Tossed the gun to the pavement I'm heading straight for the hizzy No more will Krayzie be
a skunk 'Cause I be rollin with the brew in the trunk So, now you know that I be way past tipsy Because my lips be steady takin sips, G So many sips that I be
the top of the stage From the cradle to the grave (All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way All the way) [Verse 1: Krayzie] You willin to test
you fall You depend on that nigga wherever then I will be there, lean on me But let us get rid of tha enemiez be stayin a while, while But if you think
and contemplate for my soul watch the truth manifest once the story unfold Disloyal motherfuckers I'ma BANISH you all and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid
, 'til I graduated to one, and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin', took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin', willin' to stick out my neck, for
Joss Stone & Choir] My generation will make a change This generation will make a change (Yes we will) My generation will make a change This generation will
Fool Ya We Gets Dirty Dirty Dirty Never Nervous Nah Aint No Love There (Aint Love There) Watch Yo Mouth Or One Day Them Thugstas Yes They Will Run Up
' all over de fuckin' place! I sees y'all like dat sort o' thang . . . jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'all be WELL INTO death 'n pestilence 'n shit! Prob
will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets the most media coverage for his
got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba (Wyclef) Worrrrrd? A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
the lead waitin for someone to test me You don't wanna be in the news Cause when I'm lookin for you Not even Bin Laden wanna be in your shoes, nigga [
