it could all fall down around me Just as long as I have you right here by me As the days grow long I see That time is standing still for me When you
midnight Take me on a walk through hell South Central Yo, E, drive! Drive, man drive, man! Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man! We boned down
Before I make mistakes just for my family stake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me
Shaolin Shaolin, Shaolin The year of the bullshit Why me, the nigga had A-6 on a three hundred dollar bill But you don't scare me, white and blood hear me
's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun E A By the law of the land E A By the promise
looked at me like a cow looks At an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the
gotta let me know, Should I stay, or should I go? If you say that you are mine, I'll be here till the end of time. But you gotta let me know, wo-wo-wo
'm sent here to kill ya I'm Rosemary's baby There's no more evil like me Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me (Chorus) Murda,
niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by
and a motherfuckin' fifth Is you wit me Llocc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine I scoop you
Sittin' at the exit row, by the do' I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago Three hours, I landed
me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Damn, check this shit out Later on, all alone, you know what happened next Another bitch came by
heaven, still livin' Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin' more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not
[Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap
in their arms See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom I heard three guns cocked that'
the party begin Peeps call me up said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor, there's already eight shawties I'm on my way, let me stop by the store
