(Mad Child) Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man blood lust, slow suction like quick sand sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you cant hang
seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room
[Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
Yeah, yeah A fairy tale, a piece of fiction Tell me she's make believe Got a body you could never have She a fantasy, fantasy, she a fantasy, fantasy
Confused Ever since I spied you In the rooms of my mind Now I can't deny you Bleeding and bruised Like a vagabond in rags I've walked the streets to your
to eat my cell phone he ran away, and music is magic pure and clean you feel it you can hear it and it can?t be seen. Are you a believer in miracles
-tat-tat" so you betta watch out Ouch! [Rick Ross] Bitch I got money too Trilla album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip the
Man this the cool nigga step dance one, two Gotta stay fly everytime you come through Clean from your head to your waist to your toe Stunners on your
kick my feet up with a diva by the speakers Never change for the streets, nah, I don't pay the leaders And I don't got it made but don't that boy clean
Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine? Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman When the Jazzman's testifyin' a faithless man believes He can
always was too proud to beg There's a white diamond gloom, on the dark side of this room And a pathway that leads up to the stars If you don't believe
down my defenses to love you all over again. To know a place without regret, you make believe you paid your debt But in that clean and quiet room you can't believe
the master: i was dreaming in the steam room everything was so clear for a minute and i thought... and the dripping tiles and... and i say i'll confess
the city and everyone goes To their room walking their trail to dreamland When the lights go down in the city, something is roaring I find myself waiting to believe
the floor! Bert (mirthlessly): Ha, ha, ha. I'll believe that when I see it. Ernie: Okay, stand back; just give me some room here ... Part Two: (
plans with the winners execution This is the twist of my inner revolution It?s the sun and the breeze It?s the clean bill of health Whether science or religion just believe
Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach
clean it's soul before it really was taken away. Tell me: Strong man -- do you believe? Weak man -- you will receive! Strong man -- do you believe? Weak