night And you run home slow And you holler and cry And you run home slow And you're hit and you're down And you run home slow Little bone head Took
the night And you run home slow And you holler and cry And you run home slow And you're hit and you're down And you run home slow Little bone head Took
and the lil birds In the background saying how he gon act now? Being stubborn little homie couldn't back down But I'm back now, and we back around Killing
, so cool cease Parl Yams be the chosen thug What i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug Run the streets while you're stuck at home My temper life bushwick
front of that liquor store Blowin money cause I live life fast with this bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow Singles double when triple beams takeover
get yourself intact, You gotta love love love love love my baby tonight. Let me tell you baby ?bout the death of rock, I used to be a boy in my home block
never thought of him as their troubled son "Now you'll never get to Heaven" Mama said Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking "Grow up straight and true blue Run
murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (You can't fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill
face as they wonder whats under my waist (Standin on the verge) of them gettin brown thats a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their ass
Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down Cause you can be touched [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] They drove around the projects slow
yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run
convinced I'm digital Ain't no shame, they just not familiar wid original WOAH Ain't run of the mill Just one of a mill-ion styles That'll just kill
