This song was made for us, somehow it'll never be enough This song was made for us, somehow it'll never be enough I hope you get chills, I hope you get chills
Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon
Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon
Watch out for the kill Don’t make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel And don’t get smart Answer all questions, and that’s your first
test Six hundred five horsepower Red label turned the head One hundred miles an hour All traffic lights are red Carry, carry, carry, carry, carry on "Chill
a plane This is the real, don't like the feel? Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill I roll with killers, and drug dealers And all the
to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all
m blowin' on flame but yours is all white And I'ma pull up in the Bentley all white Step up in the club with nothing but all dykes Sippin' on some Louis
I was only a little boy when I heard the call Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all So I took to the gypsy life, in the city of love And
I feel in my belly You can be the captain and I can be your first mate You can be the chills that I feel on our first date You can be the hero and I
I hear my phone ringing when ya call I aint picking up or entertaining them at all Got your girl face down, banging on the wall While you and all your
'em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blocking y'all from
nigga ain't shit Known him for forever and he ain't on the same shit It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling "You the mayne, Big" He ain't no hometown hero
are Kevorkian They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all y'all
I'm black My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero Give the
killing em' even your idols feeling em' dog The same nigga who used to chill in the mall While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap The hero
Now since I just seen my face up in the XXL A few chicks want to text let's chill-how obvious Girls from all over the world is my hobby and I got a chic
the jects Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step I'm all money like the pres, no stopping the rest This is Stones and grown man poking his chest Play hero
