As I sense their steel, As I see the mighty one, As we all gather once again the gods of war summon us... summon us North wind blows to our valley men
[Spoken:] You can say what you want about me Wanna do what you want to me But you can not stop me I've been knocked down It's a crazy town Even got a
Intro: The song that angels sing The spell that calls, The Gathering The magic that might bring, Eternal life, The Gathering I see a world in anger I
If the fire's out baby How you gonna keep me warm Supposing you let me With the door wide open no one can leave I know it's a lie I want it to be true
There's a world where I can go And tell my secrets to In my room, in my room (In my room) In this world I lock out All my worries and my fears In my
Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Jamaica Off the Florida Keys There's
Intro (Eightball) Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two
If the fire's out baby How you gonna keep me warm? Supposing you left me With the door wide open no one can leave I know it's a lie, I want it to be
Holy Christ, I leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin' men to mice Breakin' the law, city urban tower without
You can say what you want about me Try to do what you want to me But you cannot stop me I've been knocked down, it's a crazy town Even got punch in the
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the
Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones
The children that this old house once knew have long been gone away from its view But today is the day they've all come home For today there's a family
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master
[eiht] (don't fuck around...) Geah In the mutherfuckin house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in this bitch, uh And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy
Testing one, two, three, four Rapping 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six West up, let's do this Yeah 4, you done finally got that parole call
(Dickie Peterson & Andrew "Duck" MacDonald) Stripped of my pride at the age of twenty-one Lived my life with a knife and a gun Fought really hard for
Death is an angel sent down from above Sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly it is so, for in heaven's own way Each soul is a flower in the