Lyrics:
life cycle… I just want to run away.
Don't wanna be in a common world, where dreams are irrelevant, annoyed by the routine life cycle… I just want
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam"
"Do the niggas run this
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
gun
Cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome
Free tupac is all that's on a niggas mind
But
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
And don't say hi
As I walk by
I already know that I look fly
Come on guys
Reach towards the sky
And tell the world bye bye
I'm Icarus flying close
depressing
I carry the weight of your whole world
On my shoulders
That gets you higher babe
So long I built you up you tear me down
Ooo I’m so tired babe
You
on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
trickin' and my Tribe
Be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin' the full clip in em
Splittin' and strippin' em down while spittin' a round
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
you mean every word that you say
And I don’t care if you’re tellin’ me lies
Cause I was fallin’ for you by the look in your eyes
You turn my world just
lie
(Wake up, wake up)
Wake up
A depression fed by overload
False perceptions, the weight of the world
A universe in the palm of your hand
The artifice
to now and shut it down
Shut it down
A depression fed by overload
False perceptions, the weight of the world
Because there's too many choices
Gotta
in my gut
I feel it in my heart
On the tip of my tongue
The time to move is now
No, we're not gonna run from truth
It's the world versus one
of these non-rapping rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape
It ain't no secret that your shit sounds fake (fake)
You can't stop it, my mind state
Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register
I did everything I said I would, and said it first
I mean the world's in denial, but they all
America, home of the brave built by the slave
Run by the bullet that's aimed by men who come from a cave
Before all of us were here just know a war had been
call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've
Even ducked a gun, Nintendo Duck Hunt
I ducked police, I had to run
Meanwhile, when you get old you might become futile
My old style is a rough of my
and keep your eyes on me
Before you know it this life is gonna pass us by
Slow down and let me hold you a little longer
We could grow older and our love
bein' more money then my man
Had ever had, began to run out.
Then they moved him out and put him down with the...
And then, ladies and gentlemen,
deal
It's just the end of the sun shining down on me
Breath in and out of me
Time will run out before long
He's gone
And it's just the end of the world
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