Lyrics:
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
With evil's eyes.
The ferris wheel is turning,
The tale is told again.
And if we don't care,
We end up all the same.
We stroke the flames,
We
Mother protect me, protect me from myself
Lately I can't tell, who really are my friends
Burning the candle, the candle at both ends
Through
Ooh la, la, la, la.
I did you wrong, my heart went out to play
And in the game I lost you, what a price to pay!
I'm cryin', ooh baby baby ooh
Until we skip the life complete
Until we skip the life completely
902-5396
Long distance information don't play those tricks
There's no luck in
one of them
Hear their endless muzak tune
That plays on and on
And when the bullshit happy choir
Greets another grim day
When the angels
they made of steel and want to play brave?
Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave
I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made
Voice like an Ox
meet your friends, don't to drive your Benz
Just wanna get your ends and then she's gone again, huh (oh, nah)
Flipping on a mission with another nigga
Is there something more I just can't see?
I've been so busy trying every day to make ends meet
Been such a long time
Since I stopped to smell
to Japan
Shot at me on tour, hooker tried to play a man, now
Thought about my girl, my moms and my pops
If it wasn't for the cops I'd be layin in a box
Dyin
finds their own solution in the end.
"To be or not to be" is a very lengthy question,
Has somebody please got a sharpened pencil they can lend?
What did
[Chorus]
Don't push me 'cause I'm losing my head
The way I live I might end up dead
I can't ever forget the crazy things that I've done
A young gang-banger
The swiftest fingers play for money
The best are tangled up in minds
The sweetest sisters come down to connin
They buy no truth of any kind
Senile
[Chorus]
This is ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare.
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear.
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end
An offering of reasons
(To) put them all in play
A covering of treasons
That one by one we let slip away
A solitary dancer
So lost upon her
[Ahmad]
Yo it's the end of the day and it's Friday (hey)
Ahmad how bout a show to the stadium (what) you know what the Palladium
(It's cool) We can't get
don't give me nothin', see?
Trip fit, go ahead, kiss me again
I always like it when it ends
I believed you, and I believed you, I believed you
Play
and in between the struggle
my mother
my friend to the got d.amn end
cause sometime your kin
will do your a$$ in
my friend my foe my woman my hoe
if
a clue, and I found the door
Well I've done it before and I'll do it again
I've seen the path and I've seen the end
I've said it before and I'll say it
to come near
I shaked your puny record sales and end your career
Lookie here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die shit
So what do you think now stupid little smack
Thought you could play the tough guy or what
You won't leave this cell until your brain's doing well
Well, you heard the story of the hot rod race, that fatal day
When the Ford and the Mercury went out to play
Well, this is the inside story,
you could
Did you think that you could
Did you think that you could
Bring me down
Well go tell your friends
No this isn't the end
No I promise
play
I set the tone with the writings on the wall
The city cleans it up like we inviting 'em all
Evolution's all messed up now, chop the middleman
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