don't forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born Born thru reality, yacub's
evil shuttle bus so come on lady let's get crazy like that movie bout dancin' starring patrick swayze let's do it all night until things get hazy lemme tear that shit
TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feel this shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got killed for me to realize the game is wicked shit can't even
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go But if I live to see another day, another funeral It's sad, I look into they eyes Damn, everybody's
Jimmy's sent me somethin', I need to cop somethin' I know you got somethin', nigga stop frontin' Get at your boy, hook it up like Master P Would it be
the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it but not being touched by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much
They stole all my other shit Keeping my money nigger Fuck all that our talk Life is only what you make it You can take it and waste it Or take reality
niggas dying in the hood man been hiding money, mutha fucking the rap game fucking it up and the snitches fucking the dope game up maine we gone brang this shit back to reality
I'm coming for you I'm coming for you I'm coming for you I'm coming for you (verse 1) I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be makin up Reality's
my prayers and I tuck myself in tight. My bed still shakes somethin' ain't right oh shit its clogged I tend to forget It's way past midnight and he ain
hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it
who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome
Walking down the street I can feel the tension Everybody on me Like I'm some kinda suspect It's gotten me to thinkin' Life's some kinda survival Hell,
to I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane
, it's for the riot Nigga, what you want to do and I ain't dyin' without you In the silence will kill ya, it's the quiet ones who might peel ya On the
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven
it ain't no thing to the bastard Who sold my shit before it's mastered Now how the fuck did you get a copy? It's an inside job or the security is sloppy
