Lyrics:
on a bus after working, I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms, my arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next to you says she loves
Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, East Side, that's how we do ride
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh to death,
of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them warnings
But try to run for cover under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come
Tell the Lord
said he'll go first, I said I'll take next
Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex
He seemed to ignore, I said be for real
She's not even
uh, uh (come on)
(What y'all really want?) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
What y'all really want?
What? DMX
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Come on, ride or die (uh, uh)
Who am, who am I, boy?
Slit your wrist, I'll add you to the list
(Ruby does not exist)
Raised by the schizos
Right next to your bed when I tiptoe
stayed with you
I would have wrote you a letter
but the telephone calls are free
Cause the boys in the next apartment
Are working all day
They're a great
You're not alone
Anywhere you go, I follow
We are the children of the sun
That's all you need to know
Bitch I'm a moon walker like Michael, sky walk
Unemployment at a record high
People coming, people going, people born to die
Don't ask me, because I don't know why
But it's like that,
and get up, I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, here we go
Sit right back and hear
and ain't no reaching them
By day I be teaching them, by night I'm a heathen, um
Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean
Plus a Norwegian, look like
Summertime
Somersault in your love
Here with you in your arms
Here I am right next to you
Summertime Summertime
Feel warmth of your love
Live and die in your
(They got me locked up) In here
Nobody knows you by your name
You’re just a number
Living under bitch ass rules of a broken game
They put me here to die
uh, uh (come on)
(What y'all really want?) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
What y'all really want?
What? DMX
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Come on, ride or die (uh, uh)
about that
You can get up off the mat or you can lay there till you die
It ain't over yet, here's the truth my friend
You can't pack it in and we
but I won't bust back
Unless I need, this world is greed, I lead by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
Michael jack
Baby I'm so hard
I can stab you with my erection
Tell a motherfucker
I've been out here manifesting
Next to all my homies I think I might be
playing please
Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying "cheese"
Put up yo life in gambling, next time we out here scrambling
I'm Killa, he
playing please
Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying "cheese"
Put up yo life in gambling, next time we out here scrambling
I'm Killa, he
If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives would you be seen with me
By
with some other guy
Ain't no needing why
My pride wont allow me to even try,
Took one in the sleeve
Without you by my side
It's safe to say I'll die
But
on a bus after working, I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms, my arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next to you says she loves
If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives would you be seen with me
By
I wish I had another chance, another place to die
I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun
What you expected from his next of kin?
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