into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence of the
twelve into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence
the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too Crack the button up so the ice beam through You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet Fixing you hairdo
your in a bed snoring 4 in da morning, up breath yawning, you might not see me, Can't prevent the world tourin I'm 19 and I'm exploring, I'm risin up,
for real it ain't no faking I done showed up and I poured up then, I blowed up like yeast Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence fuck the peace
be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential
, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty
Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.) Verse
] Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in
keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it [Krayzie] Nigga 1993, hooked up
comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my
you'll steal That's Rock Bottom When you feel you have had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear Verse Two: My life
movin' up ... One of my teams and try and move it up If she's done she'll probably give it up but I don't give a fuck... Over chicks I'll never scuff,
long Acquaintances will fade Your real friends wont do you wrong Real friend don't change [Verse 2 - Nas] Only talking with winners A loser or two Got
It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop! [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four) Bounce so much I ricochet up
