the night to come In the Still of the Night In the cool moonlight I feel heart is aching In the Still of the Night In the Still of the Night I hear
know what I think And my take on some other rappers If I was to say something about Paul Wall, you'd probably crap in your Pants, cause I'm white, and he's white
blast like a stereo Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you Don't blame me, society changed me You haul white, you smash powder all night
black pres thinkin on election night Is it how can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights? Every other president was nottin' less than white
the field Lookin at my rolly its about that time White man had a problem wit mine N we suppose 2 b shy??(shy)(shy) The revolution still applies Prolly still
The mountains of manhattan drums along the hudson sounds of brother wolf howl through the night down the hard top river two white stripes, a snake with
for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still
be trusted I looked at your lady and I was disgusted Came into the party just to rock the place And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out
souls in the field Lookin' at my Rolly it's about that time White man had a problem with mine And we suppose to be shy The revolution still applies Probably still
steals thoughts from a restless mind for free, it could be.. the times i'm living in lately. ED I brush my teeth every night but still I wake up with
pimp like, just like Ike was Treated her like it was the Fight Club Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug By the end of the night, they would
no crack, yous a moving ass rat After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on Night, night lights,
I got more glocks and tecks than you Still seein' bodies wit' da muthafuckin' chalk around 'em I got more glocks and tecks than you Still seein' bodies
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain Like my brain bein' chained Still gotta give it what I got It's hot in the day, it's cold in the night But I thrive
you with no fear Runnin' out of time I see who's fake Alone without protection from all them snakes All for one one for all i was told Black white yellow
like a stereo Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you Don't blame me, society changed me You haul white, you smash powder all night
