Lyrics:
around
For those who heard they respect him yet
So those who hear won't forget
The sound of each phrase
Echoing time uncountable by days
The things he
necklaces
Against an evening sky
But some of them are weeping
Crying rider, please pass by
The ship with all the riders
Has drifted out to sea
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don't need us
Go, take your sister then, by
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
they sneered an' all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was gas, you know
Lord, some good times
It was kind ball for, Them
We are Them, take
a group,
All: We tour in a troupe.
We land in the soup, but we know
the things we do, we do by threes.
A perfect team.
Rose: No, this way, Louise!
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
is Jesus Christ, I am really quite surprised
You look so small - not a king at all
We all know that you are news - but are you king
King
they're crying;
Who cares when they're all alone,
And no one knows how much they long
To find someone
Who cares that they're dying,
Who cares that
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
The boys keep dropping there jaws
Can never get enough
We make them stop and stare
We see them everywhere
And now you know who we are
Tonight your living
And you know how I'm rocking, rocking Elvis Presley white
You know highlight reelin'
All highlights like we sitting on top of museum ceilings
No more
me who's your man, we will have a talk with him (I like)
Yeah, 'cause it's sold out like that
R (what up dawg?)
Bring the verse back
Now the time
You know that, that, "Cruisin' Down the Street in My '64", R.I.p. To Eazy
I ain't got nothin' against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
to the one
Who knows
He knows
We may faint and we may sink
Feel the pain and near the brink
But the dark begins to shrink
When you find the one who knows
Charlemagne
Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Your low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those Day-Glo freaks who
Perfect by nature
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have you no shame
Here we are in confusion
Could be it's all an illusion
Who knows the times to come
The years to face, the race to run
We believe in graven image
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
of sight
I'm gonna find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint by number dreams
of the nation
We are, we are, youth of the nation
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim?
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
thinkin' maybe we could
Well, you know
I don't wanna stop (I don't wanna stop) just because (baby)
People standing around are watching us
(People
Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world few hearts survive
All I know is the way I feel
When it's real, I keep it alive
The road is long
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