I thought we'd been through the fire I thought we'd been through the fire I thought we'd been through the fire Without our friends we stand alone They
me quick. Call 911, I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and
I'm Rich So I'm Buyin' Her That And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef Tired Of That Gay Shit I Thought He Wanted War He Seen Me And Didn't Say Shit I'm Outta
to Norway I got it all, cars, hoes, and I got change Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James Breakin these hoes wasnt enough so I copped haze You other
is how it go Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show And it ain't no more regular weed, ain't nothing but do-do and that dro Ridgemont
good time Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time 24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and
' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People
D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut and
mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead
for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues And take my shoes, and try to walk
of The rich and the free I look into the eyes Of my merciful friend And then I ask myself Is this the end? Memories linger Sad yet sweet And I think
(feat. Flesh-n-Bone) Bone? [Flesh] And hear that raw shit We blow this mother fuckers And never obeyed the law bitch Ever get noticed all you other
claim to be assassins But to Bone there is no equal And Bone will stand alone And buck down any other sucka Me quick to pull me gun And straight up kill
the quickness Hit the other side and I swing to the right Running through the gutta hit '95, Peel, bending for safety we make it and chill Gotta make
him for the money, Nigga tried to play me and dash, And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass, then tell he And me never want to see no, Oh
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night
the toilet You probably should call the plumber! You niggas get dumb and dumber thinkin you can come around and test me! Like these other niggas well