life Come back To the edge of Heaven Come back to black Our prodigal son Come back Come back forever Come back to black Oh, the Prophet's home Come back to black
of Heaven [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black [Judah to Jesse] Our prodigal son [Disciples to Jesse] Come back [Judah to Jesse] Come back forever [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black
Heaven [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black [Judah to Jesse] Our prodigal son [Disciples to Jesse] Come back [Judah to Jesse] Come back forever [Disciples to Jesse] Come back to black
beat us till we blue black So fuck the laws except Officer Tony, cause he real Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life, and that's why we chill Rest in Peace Big H.A.W
'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma
on they P-89s? Clear from the cops no time for no baby crimes Pushin' them drops you know the Mercedes kind The most hated And anticipated Since N.W.A
the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence
it's our city Here the man come with the anthem, hands up It's time the thrill is back New York, let's stand up [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Rakim - talking
it's our city Here the man come with the anthem, hands up It's time the thrill is back New York, let's stand up [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Rakim - talking
Five Boroughs Yeah, my name's whispered in the ghettos When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now
da A.M. to da P.M. fiends call me da G.M. I was da General Manager watchin' them baggin' Grammys up like John Legend and Black Eye Peas Black hoody on Black
Jag with the price to pay Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade Got the feds lookin twice this way Cause we shuffle the P's in different
through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex
out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between
out (me and homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between
blood out, me and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between
