What's the point cos in the end it's just the same again and again i'm on a road to nowhere when it ends what the fuck is there?
bein in peace and shit like that see I can only display my personal feelings and experinces and so far I ain't felt what happiness feels like and experinced anything but hard
die Mostly over bullshit Repeatedly Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love But the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us So
catch 'em and murk 'em I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin' Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin' They make it harder and harder
[Bizzy] Could you tell me where you run to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and
blunts cigar scent Im by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions T streetz my brotha Fefe's my brotha And we stay on point like a fuckin
you ask why am I leaving I'd say what am I supposed to do What's the point in holding on if you keep on doing wrong What's the bottom line? LOVE DON'
by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions To streets my brother Fefe's my brother And we stay on point like a xxxxxxx box cutter you heard what
for those who don't smoke, get the middle finga up you smoke more then us nigga it's beginners luck My truck wide with 5-0 eyes on it, it's like tha blunt
, uh! "Like what the fuck do they know? {backwards message} All their taste is in their mouth Really, what the fuck do they know? Come on, baby Let's
mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody shine. C'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin'
It's the king representing once more, you understand. When people see me on Bankhead man on four star point, yelling screaming and waving. I don't wanna
[RZA] Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn.. nigga got fucked, shit, huh?! By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point sun
yout's have no funds The devils in this world always dress up as nuns Kardinal Offishal, fire starter volume one.. CAREFUL [RZA] Wait, hold up, chill, what's
STOP HIM!!" No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'm a tyrant L.A.'s finest, Open Bar behind us Don't look hard, it ain't too hard to find us From here to infinity,
no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave
down what set ya claimin'?? He drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin' Dumb motherfucker try to roll on me Please I'm protected by a thousand MC's And hoodlums
