't pure no more And I know they got a cure for this shit We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy Then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled When this shit gon stop
pure no more And I know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac Biggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop?
, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son you might get bucked Yo, the lost
say that you loved me I'm still breathing But we've been dead for a while This sickness has no cure, we're going down for sure Already lost our grip
there under cover Do they really know each other There's a whisper in the air Don't you feel a little scared The stakes are too high Some have even lost
, the same old trip as before He'll cut you down with a single thrust She's taking over too quickly No medication can cure the lost So say a prayer for
have nothing more to gain Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man foundation of society, anxiety suppress it if you can What are we angry for? We all need a common cure
Eternity. While I Escape your CKB quickly If there's a cure for this, hell I want it, hell I want it And if there's a cure for this hell I need it
wishing well I've got to face and tame my demons It's hard to start over again, yeah, I know Through trials and tribulations Salvation's like a long lost
struggle, the desperate gamble The game that left the whole world in shambles The cheats, the lies, the alibis And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies Lost
a trip to port her off to the beach Tell her homie hold it down 'cuz we hustle to eat And got me feelin' like I lost my Jones I done lost my horns so
-effects cannot often be seen Because your pockets will not turn green Some thought that there was no vaccine But it seems that we have a cure Chamillitary
trip to port her off to the beach tell her homie hold it down 'cause we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost my horns so
is most inner-most power So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin At God speed, damn it, fear is planted Severe nature of man, there's still no cure
I pile on dope jams They spit on your flag and government ?Cause help the black was a concept never meant Nigger please, food stamps and free cheese Can't be the cure
Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He
we drop the funk, and do the shit Yo, head lost, sippin' this limbic framboise Spittin' it for like whoever demand the answer What's the cure for this