for visions so black With wings on a track and stars by my side We end on a higher level Help me solve the cosmic black
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred? For all the losers [Menace Clan] Hey yo, mayday mayday! Raise
though, is steady as hell I prevail on scales like Beethoven The mic in my hand conducts the same motion Why do I slice precise like Jack the Ripper? Triple round, dressed in black
We travel many beaches and leeches Black drums, kingdom comes slum better first day won No limitations, no hesitations, we stay sun Even though I went through hell
It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit another day another dollar wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars make em sit for the Godfather
one way trip to prison, sellin' drugs We all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin' they bid Raise hell to this
way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid Raise hell to this real
And everybody wants to lose you when you?re found Now, if I think I might break even I might go home quietly I?ll marry a rich girl but otherwise I?m going to raise hell
me how to smoke herb I followed them when they ran numbers So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady Hell
its history Who have fought the government to make right Where so many cunning sons and daughters Our foremothers and forefathers Came singing through slaughter Came through hell
flow from the crack Gonna peel you out Of your protective shell Or I might have to break right in there And raise some hell I don't have no grand plan
Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy June 16, 1971, mama gave birth To a hell raisin
a vision from the past Hootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow chorus: [Dre] Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why? Ain't nobody black
s made me bolder, will you kindly read what it was I brought thee hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice the party
