they only have fun for a season But for what reason, plus who do you believe in? They drink forties with they shorties, telling war stories Some rebel
Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed, (And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head, (And then ya') fall right to sleep
To make a long story short it goes Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps From thought to finish I was born just a couple
ain't have a chance, fly from Japan Talk to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case, that's my word Spent three years in the same place
I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories
, then do what you gotta do We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas don't creep, no sleep
you shit I got warriors that's three time felons Leave ya body swellin', leakin' from the melon And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin' Somebody took the story
t sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry And me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the floor
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As the
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As
instigator, the orator of the town You're the worst when you converse, just a big mouth clown You talk when you're awake, I heard you talk when you sleep
This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology
my thing Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war Story with all
round the corner Letter and Bob Marley t-shirts Where is the laughter? Where is the laughter? Baby, 10000 years ago Broadway so many people Sleeping
story Wind burns your sleeping breath And waters become one. Longer I look at you The fairer you become Your hair brushed me lightly Twice before we met Years
no, tell me mama, what am I gonna do? Ladies have come and ladies have gone But there's one I remember quite well Years have gone past but her memory lasts But the stories
doing anything about it, except for a few people, and the things are, the grosvenor square marches in london. The end product of it was just newspaper stories
fall Black bodies fall Black rain, you got time to explain While I'm still strugglin, damn near insane Damn hittin pain from years ago Only you know, how the story