Lyrics:
crush
I break it down to stone like Medusa
You lose ta what you ain't used ta
All aboard express train for pain
Bigger than membranes that leave you
[Rich Nice]
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*sounds of traffic*
On the mean
If you jump off a train and get hit by a truck
Or If you're out playing poker and you've run out of luck
Or if you jump in the lake and get bit by
a boombox ringing I had Julie singing as she's walking down the road she says there's an all ages show at the channel let's jump on the train and go.
I BOUGHT A TICKET, BOARDED THE TRAIN
SAT BY THE WINDOW, IS IT ALL IN VEIN
I CLOSED MY EYES, I SEE YOUR FACE
CALLED OUT YOUR NAME , IS IT ALL IN
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
way back home
The ride could never last forever
But it's good you had a song
Doors open up
We tumble out
The train pulls into the station
So we climb
went down to the mall each Christmas
had to the Santa what to bring
A train, a bike, a pony and a great big pile of cash
and please don't get my sister
already)
You Already (3X)
This shit will get very scary
By any means necessary
Wouldn’t take it there
But it’s going there if them numbers vary
I’m coming
swayin' dancin' through the trees, her body moves with the way she sings
Under her breath she can hear a noise, the distant sound of a lonely voice
Down in
leave
Break, yeah
I watch the city lights passing by
I watch the people walking on the streets
And they’re all tweeds
Door opens, door closes
It’s too
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
the bored folks a free feature
And he drifts right through those sliding doors
With the grace of a swan
Rests his finger on the trigger
Trains his sight
it be a three hour tour (A three hour tour)
Don't try to be a great man, just be a man
And let history make its own judgements
Even though it isn't my
got mo' styles than the miles to the sun
Ninety-three million, five thousand flows (yeah)
And here's one more for the hoes
Tha Alkaholiks got
This is an august evening sometime in a wet July
Seventy seven is heaven if ever you're passing by
No need to recall it all, just the laughter in
welcomed in or we were not invited
Yet we walk in and we show all the way up
People try to, put us down by saying
"She's doing the most" or "he's way too
eyes
They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
These look
the bar
My b's the door
Bout to take the game by storm
The one and only
Haters got nothing on me
I can feel the vibe
I see it in their eyes
They praying
I'll give you more then only
2 or 3 kids busting down our door
Before you know it, they ain't kids no more
c big ole house that we can always call by
crimes
Someone once said when you live by the sword
So I'll die by the pen I used to write these words on down
All the way into the ground
So I've tried
Phonte, Rozay Ricky
It ain't all rosey like Andre say
We lost three legends, Whit, Etta James, MJ
Gotta protect the kids where I live
My pen state (Penn
out to L.A.
And I rented me a palace down by the sea
A small town boy to a California king
I rolled up in my limousine
Paparazzi on the scene
I'm
on a train
And then I stand by the door silently
I try to hide my face 'cause they're eyeing me
You're looking at my body from head to toe
Prey at me like I'm
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