face Free Murda, niggas acting dumb like they ill Cuz we murder, when you catch the gun to your grill [Chorus: Free Murda] You know how it goes when
the bricks You make up imaginary ennemies and are chased by them You're trying to commit suicide You're satisfied with your prologue Now you're painting your first chapter black You
show you how to do this shit one time, you know what I'm talking bout It's my new shit nigga called Crack Why it's called Crack? (HAY) Cause it's the
get, is getting hard I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, holla if you hear me And you with me now, got my life right with God You hatas come and
crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery
day its on with the plastic trial What do you know but I can't go wrong When I kick it wit my song I turn it up Cause you love that thuggish ruggish
you just a slave And you'll be used as a tool The other side of money That's where we destined to be If you ain't got it you ain't free When in this land
ghetto cuz it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside... [Verse Two:] You wanna free
's my ace you may know us as I can't feel my face (verse 2) see they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin and ill tell u just how
new world, brave new world [Repeat] The government has always been you pal as you well know Absolute corrupted power play, If we all wipe each other out, it only goes
cash There's really no way of predicting If it will fly or it will crash But that's the nature of politics That's the name of the game That's how it
, in about an hour Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos and the navajos, it's just the way this player knows anything goes, finally caught up
Desert Rose why do you live alone if you are sad I'll make you leave this life are you white blue or bloody red all I can see is drowning in cold grey
When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin with that
asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch
