're really looking for is a new soul. Spend their lives trying to earn their weight in gold - There is nothing that will buy you a new road. So these
I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold
lawn it's so gloomy and grey I got a feeling 5-O gone try to do me today Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation Looking for front
to trust in Rushing to the goal line Catch a nigga Beat him Treat him like he stole mine [echo] No swine I'm a soldier Told cha I control mine [
find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him
sell a little bit a everything [Pimp C] I put the two mags, up to your do-rag And rock a by baby I'm in the blue Jag, with new tags In case you wanna
a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in god it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be with keep this a
a clown in Gorado Slide off with a motto, got a bitch say taking whose at the bottom Break a bitch down, break a break a bitch down Break a bitch up, take a
be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a
yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin
's always some new stranger sneakin' glances Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances And some old whore from San Pedro to make advances Advances on your spirit and your soul
wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a
The Smoke Go Everywhere, 45 On The Freeway, Nigga, Give Me Leeway Higher Than A Kite When I'm Rollin' Through The Alley Pass Me A Black And White But
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you
appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold
N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good
my music may not do well up in here Oh my god being a nigger must be a good payin' job With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss There is a time and a
