the day Not fade away I got to find some shelter From all this helter-skelter A place where no one else can go... Where everything that hurts just seems to fade away Fade
through the day Not fade away I got to find some shelter From all this helter-skelter A place where no one else can go... Where everything that hurts just seems to fade away Fade
DJ Paul: Who run it (x15) Chorus: DJ Paul (4x) These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater
Intro: Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3) And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'
Killa Klan (8x) Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago (cities differ for each chorus) [Juicy J] Late last nite
niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler I'll getcha [Chorus: repeat 2X] Hey we rep
feel it yet? killed the whole song Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty Bank head strong so checkbook pretty Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes Counterfeit fifty's, crooked
no guy slicker than this young fly NIGGA Nickel-Nine LIQUOR THOUGHT YOUD die quicker This PHAT time I THA town pie flipper Turn KRYSTAL into a Crooked
-hah-hah [Mase] I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder [Mase] Why you wanna take us under [Puff] Why you wanna take us under (repeat 2X) Chorus: repeat to fade
gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack mo money mo money for black market on the black market, yeah x4 creepin
, Lord put me to sleep cause your best friend turn into your enemy crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game go on take me out the ghetto I wanta make a change [Chorus fade
fuckin cypher where you roam And turn your house into my home, just 'cause I'm the ruler Sun ruler, school a nigga, while you try to fool a original crook
. Yah heard me? I feel ya. Cause I got the hook-up. Bet on baby, bet on. [Chorus - Master P] Igot the hook-up, hook it up. [x8] [Krayzie Bone] Just
) I count skrilla gettin' (hella) high in my igloo (in my igloo) gotta keep it real to the day that I die (that I die) Call me mister Saucer Alfonzo crooked eyes (crooked
I still hustled the block, I keep on cock the 17 shots I'm a 9th Ward nigga, so I can't be stopped Fill a X, fill a boy, whatever get us high With money
[Chorus x2] Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored (x2) Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2) Uh, I used to rock a double X L Now the ladies
i know you gotta feel this im on some real shit (x 3) i know you gotta feel this im on some real shit (x 3) yo check it out im on some real shit (x 3)
to hood near you Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!) (Yeah, ya know, ya know) Get that call out one more time (brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x *beat fades*
