will get rich His justice will rule on us Behind the wall of hidden lies Behind the cross Searching for new horizons Searching for souls Behind the wall of hidden lies Behind the cross
behind I seen it every time they come and go That's why I drop to my knees and ask god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time
of my squads gats bursting I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street
of bottle tops And got glocks in the lex when we ride behind cops.pb On broke days we used to put water in our cereal Now we crossing borders just to
s pappy broke jail about a dozen times The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
know it But its something else to you Like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning
naked eye Ee didy awk, oh, I'm the jock and I'm back (The one with real eyes realize that the reason) On the scene with the record machine Sayin' ooh
do, you know it But it's something else to you, like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind
's pappy broke jail about a dozen times The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
far behind I seen it every time they come and go That's why I drop to my knees and ask god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time
through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from
touch of shame whispers of lust are calling me again right on the edge of the abyss I stand with a cross in my hands leave your illusion behind and
live I will cross our weapons To heat up the steel It's time for an ovation [Incomprehensible] Tonight you will go with his smashing sound Tomorrow behind
the lonely man How do you think he keeps his head on straight? Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions When he squints at the line from behind
our dead opposition to get one last phoney handshake I read a lot and write a lot, empty my pockets at the giro shop Hit the cash machine for some green
up that funk machine I'm tired of breaking my back to please Critics who can't be pleased It's time I looked out for number one Time I looked out for