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[Jason]
Now What You See Is Just An Old Fantasy
It's The Image Of Me That My Fans Use To Dream
I'm Very Sick Into That Reality
But My Love For Life
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
Miller, Private First Class"
And I don't even know him but I'm grateful for any good news

What's become of my country torn by contradiction
The spirit
When all is said and done
Blood on blood
One on one
And I'll be here for you
Till Kingdom come
Blood on blood

Now Bobby, he's an uptown lawyer
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit

Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened,
If it's
standing
When all is said and done
Blood on blood
One on one
And I'll be here for you
Till Kingdom come
Blood on blood

Now Bobby, he's an uptown
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit

Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened,
If it's
know it was the blood for me?

By the blood (falling on us)
By the blood (it gives me purpose)
By the blood (you are for us)
By the blood (who can
gun (blood for blood!)
Can't take it back, what's done is done I want blood for blood

Ashes to ashes and dust to the death of what we were to what
better grab your gun (Blood for Blood!)
Can't take it back, what's done is done I want blood for blood

Ashes to ashes and dust to the death of what we
ribbons 
Then surprisingly He turned His head 
Though the words He used were few
The soldier's face turned pale 
When He said: "This blood is for you"
when they're fuckin' with Bushwick

You know Bill, this is a bunch of Shirley Temple bullshit
And I know you'd rather be hated for what you are
Than
of the tunnel
Embrace it, don't matter how faint it
God is not silent, please hear what he's

Jason!
911 what's your emergency?
Yes, uh I-I gotta friend, and uh,
nailed His precious hands
And in death He fully paid the cost,
There is pardon in His love for everyone that stands
For the blood that stained the old
can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin your head
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic',
fame
Keep it real yo, I represent the street
Same muh'fucker over Jason's beat
By the way Jay rest in peace
Cause I'ma make sure that we all can eat
the hero of the day 
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way? 
Still the window burns, time so slowly turns 
Someone there is sighing
ever know what the answer to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you
Could be
the good and the bad

Will we ever know what the answer to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know that
that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday The 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin', snatch yo' ass
Out that S-class for fakin', forty-fo'
out Park Town
Big Gator one who made this song
I play it so real, I play it by ear
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout cowboy
But J Prince is real
that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half
door
Am I supposed to turn away, or is this what I'm here for?

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just
sister
That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role
Cause every since I was an infrant I was different
Paid
got you, what more could I ask for?
When I'm feeling lost and outnumbered by a hundred to one
And my nerves have gone
And all I want to do is run for