all of my scars I fight this war but I fight it alone With broken bodies and broken bones I fight disaster, fire and brimstone Broken bodies and broken
seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
light, she was dynamite Her eyes said, "I wanna be with you all night I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul Make your body warm and cold
I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to prove That I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time
I'm rollin' up in a big grey bus And I'm shackled down myself that's who I trust The minute I arrived some sucker got hit Shanked ten times behind some
Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh
r] shit get real in here Shit get real in here Shit get real in here Mya get real again Shit get real in here I'm never gonna feel her again [raekwon
me heart-broken, not lookin' for love Surprised in my eyes when I looked above The checkout counter and I saw a face My heart stood still, so did time
really great Except that I had to sit Between two large Albanian women With excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me Kept throwin' up the whole time
To look again I never meant to hurt you Said the husband to the wife I only see that I am destined To relive my father's life Look again Look again Look again
Watch her rise above the wreckage See her fly through glass See the world spin 'round again Again, again, again and Don't waste your beautiful, beautiful
Shit, who Bone Thugs? Hell yeah Bone Thugs Man them niggas broke up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout? Mmm huu Shit nigga I'll tell
Thats that vision around the time I was a sophmore I guess everything I hate about me I see in him and I aint finna change, so we'll never agree again
wonder how you gettin' by And all the stars still in your eyes Then you still just get the five You break the bank to spend the time I reminisce of shifting time
the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all tattered Deep in my heart I wanted revenge But I let the shit slide til' I saw 'em again
set trends Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again The kinda
again it's on, I gets my bail on Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on I chops cream, seems like the whole block is holdin' now Broke
