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Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob Meurer
It's a calm wind blowing on my skin
And I've been dreaming again
Now that we're all here

We
I am the spiritual kind
I keep a cross in my pocket for some peace of mind
I hold onto it when I need a little faith
When I'm lost, I find I'm
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, 'cause we all way
come we ain't gettin no higher?

I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak?  uhh
All I
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running

Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark

We used to wear cross
promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I've wasted
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck
(In a mind
back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me 
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album amputated 
Scream the name out Killah
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke

We on the run with the golden guns, get
have harnessed in mid November
It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted
I sunk to find the walk
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
the judge for drug possession 
The 4 D's, all these, is more reas' to either get big 
Or leave and let live, we the best that gives, TS 
Ain't nobody else,
my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You know Jay would never put your album out
to me in the benz truck too

Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
this rap fans like crack fiends 
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene 
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda 
Albums
a needle here's a sword body pierce with this
Live in the muck, never giving a fuck
Give me the keys I'm drunk, and I never driven a truck
But I smoke dope
a needle here's a sword body pierce with this
Live in the muck, never giving a f***
Give me the keys I'm drunk, and I never driven a truck
But I smoke dope
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives 
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die 
A nigga with a divine mind 
I dedicate this
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running

Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
the judge for drug possession 
The 4 D's, all these, is more reas' to either get big 
Or leave and let live, we the best that gives, TS 
Ain't nobody else,
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
a real nigga out of Ft.Myers 
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive 
Not 1 my 3rd album, is you surprised?
the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives