: Woken up this morning by destruction raging through the day You?re never fucking waking up again I can?t say that I could've lived a better way You
- you did all for nothing Keep your hate inside Tough luck - you did all the running A mean destructive mind How does it feel to be lonely And screaming for
casinos They gambinos, for them c-notes man Hustlers, serving customers Off of his back shit cause, then we bust them guns [Z-Ro] Up jumps the boogie
Nothing waits for you there My friends fade Too many times Giving up to achieve normal life My friends fade Too many times Falling into self-destructive
run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on So listen up close and listen up
blessed Work with firearm [echo] My rap shit Contains sections of bomb sessions Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons [echo] Putting up
Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more Running his mouth, or backing it up no more Leaving
self-destructive for my taste at the time. I used to say the more tragic the better. The truth is, whenever I think of the early 90's, Your face comes up
self-destructive for my taste at the time I used to say the more tragic the better the truth is whenever I think of the early 90's your face Comes up
though the old town Stones crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around Oh it's enough to make you weep, all that remains of the main street Up
real fine line Between an orgy of destruction And a wonderful time This room's so cold and bare There's nothing here for me I've got to find some heat somewhere Get up?get up
in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me Go to Hell, go to Hell, go to Hell, go to Hell Go to Hell in a handbasket 'cause heaven waits for me Oh I
community! Thing-Fish: What a sweet lil' hunk o' heaven she growed up t'be! When she were deflateable, she dint say nothin' . . . jes kept her face
of destruction and mow down any BULLSHIT that comfronts you? Do you ever build up all the small things in your head? To make one problem that adds up to NOTHING
Life means nothing, when no one knows your name, Never had too much but I'd give it all for fame, Baby, baby... She's there on the TV, So beautiful on
ya Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper flow See what I'm saying like a teleprompter And you could never stop us (fucking posers!) Appetite for destruction
seven-deuce glass house The Mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out some of my beer for
up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine For