Lyrics:
The shadows of doubt are in many a mind
Looking for an answer that they're never gonna find
But please understand you're running out of time
For
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
a rolled up note I'm hovering on that line
Three days on a diet of cocaine and wine
And a little weed just to level me sometime
I put the clock in
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing
When the sun goes down on my side of town
That lonesome feeling comes to my door
And the whole world turns blue
And there's a rundown bar across
Riding down the river in an old canoe
A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe
Out of the river all ugly and green
The biggest old alligator that
I have ever
I saw her, ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a
Raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second hand store
down with no delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Bug out - to - the mic - all the time!)
Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut
You in the throat
a dull blade (blade)
Running out of unrest
Goin' out of your mind
Lonely days will follow
Days will follow
And the gaze that stuck
The halls will
When the sun goes down in Nashville
Go out that Memphis highway
Between Centerville and Dickson on the
Gravel roads and byways
They'll be running off
away the key when they slam the door
City to city, town to town, seven days of running
Will they track me down? Will they track me down?
On the ground,
running out of money (running out of money)
I need another loan (yeah yeah)
Fuck nigga playin' (fuck nigga playin')
We'll come wipe your nose (wipe
he calls filly
He's gonna shoot your Sheriff down
Well, all the people were
Running, jumping, even thumping
On my bad neighbor's doors
Crying
he calls filly
He's gonna shoot your sheriff down
Well, all the people were
Running, jumping, even thumping
On my bad neighbor's doors
Crying
just received his medal
It was just an old hand me down Ford
With three speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands
down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
I was born at midnight
Running up by dawn
Nobody could stop me
I was out the door and gone
You all know me better
So try and keep outta my way
Some
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
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