Westside rollin' even if the car's stolen even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen that's how it's goin' down You always smile when I frown 'cause you want the crown
Westside rollin' even if the car's stolen Even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen That's how it's goin' down You always smile when I frown 'cause you want the crown
The sun, you see him quickly when I'm poppin' my gun It's on... [Killah Priest] Thou shall fear me, only as thou'se been guilty Feel me, sincerely yours
I was in the crowd The day that Jesus died And as He hung upon the cross His mother cried I saw the crown of thorns He wore The stripes upon His back
heart. Demons that drop our livez got plenty sides, realize, they fell off. So many wanna roll, but oh how we stroll, they neva know we're guilty, guilt
hot New Jersey night Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middle-weight crown
Come and listen for a moment, lads And hear me tell my tale How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail Now the jury found me guilty Then
power The king has lost his face Down down down, though the king lost his crown Caught and sentenced, he was guilty Down down down, though the king lost his crown
power The king has lost his face Down, down, down, ooh a king lost his crown Caught and sentenced, he was guilty Down, down, down, ooh a king lost his crown
one, One and only love, Make what you wanna make, sell your slaves who still don't serve the one and only love. Say you wanna wear this guilty crown,
be for real, you ain't built I'm silly ho smackin' MC's on a ninety degree tilt The reason that it's tilted 'cos you're guilty, too hard to guard It
T-shirts, Dover street is off the handle Such a good designer, Junya Watanabe got damn you I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Mackro Solo Leather Gucci belts and Guilty
your problem, you was still young at the time Did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time Never told you to slow down, resee your crown heights
So while I'm thinkin to myself a nigga walked right up to me lookin me up and down wit a frown smellin like a bottle of Crown 'cause this
agreed You'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown
at night, ah yeah, and we got a shot at all the motherfuckers we're ... what you tradin bout d twizzy, my nigger ..., my nigger l ... motherfucker black milk, guilty
I go I leave a trail Hell to Heaven don't never fail Hell to Heaven don't never fail Everybody knows my movement in this town (You left your crown) I
god will heal the hurt Everyone hurts, we all ask why Sinner or saint, everyone tries Life cuts so deep, feels like your dying No cross no crown can
