words and hear my screams. Liquid lung..Luquid lung. Were barley scratching on the surface now! Liquid lungs, god rest my soul so I can float. Dont need to worry about
On a canvas lacking color far away from whats expected, The feeling of restriction since the first drawn out depicition. From what is here and what is
Illuminate the fight- Light these stairs on fire. Illuminate, Illuminate.. With tensions pulling tighter, my pulse does beat faster. Are my enemies just
you do just to get a reaction A substitute for everything youve never had, Now youre stranded alone and your feet start to drag. The streets are your
prayer. In death theyll meet you there! Humble and in the sand, they pray with open hands. Innocent blood spills in the streets, In death theyll meet
G's that other shit I don't hear Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care I'm too busy being a player staring at niggas careers But talk about
(feat. Kool G. Rap) [D'Angelo] Let me tell you about this girl, maybe I should I met her in Philly, and her name was "Brown Sugar" See we've been making
year from now Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we'd never said In a year from now Maybe we'll see each other Standing on the same street corner though
brown back The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not duckin that Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back Hood plus I'm a nigger
And these broke ass bitch niggas, wanna roach off the name Can't give a fuck about your team, or give a fuck if you was paid The only thing I give a fuck about
if you twitch, cause I'm a killa that's killing for cash I show no car crash when I'm stealing your stash Don't fill in the streets because I'm too fast
t a god damn thing changed I'm still breaking a jaw Ain't fin to lose no sleep, over nan one of y'all, one of y'all with fours Could run up on me, and
it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none y'all don't wanna see me with this tommy gun if I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want
Me done know, because a saw de ghetto run a so the politician do it dem bring in a bag a gun and barrage a thing and seen run up on youth on youth And
dog I was passed down the street fame Like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box And I ran with the local street gang They
daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run
[Tupac] The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called
day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "nigga get paid." No one can understand me. The black sheep. Outcasted from my family. Now packin heat. I run the streets