the reasons Why we do the things we had to to To the day where we werea?¦ Prove me wrong and do what you do Oh. Well I hope you can Find it in you to
the reasons Why we do the things we had to to To the day where we were: Prove me wrong and do what you do Oh. Well I hope you can Find it in you to
, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do
poison to the touch You've spent your life living in this place now You long to run away so much My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose
you and your crew, so what nigga, is it you wanna do? In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches For the real trick deez who can dig it 'Cause
had to bring 'em back yo No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all Shorties with dreams of playin' ball For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full From me
ain't I taking I work for it I be doing right, but I'm being punished on earth for it What else can I do, to make it on this scene? Seem like whatever
[Bun B] Now if you got it on yo mind I can get it off your chest Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest No stress, just do-do, when I
. death is when the soul leaves the body, when the spirit leaves the shell make home heaven cause this worlds a living hell. what's hate? hatred comes from
death heads Fucked up times cant trust you best friend I got friends doing ten from what I just suggested Im Yosemite Sam my two cannons go BAM! [Hook] I crept up from above
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big tits Five hundred shoe game switch Shake that shake, I bake, I live in estate That kill niggas
heat your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4 look, it's checkmate No other way to describe a catastrophe The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass, Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime, It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
away from two Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do [Chuck D: x4 in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Flavor Flav] Bust it, we
yeah, it's not a game, I do my thing Scan to a change, cop a platinum range Now that's the way (Uh huh, uh huh) We like it (Uh huh, uh huh) That's the
the question that you got to ask Do I live for today or do I live for the past? Think fast, but do not hurry Life is a class and we should not worry
