' from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here riskin' my dome Just for a bucket, or a fast duck it Just to stay alive, yo, I got to
coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome, just for a bucket or a fast ducket Just to stay alive hey yo, I
? The politicians or the criminals Herb husslers or smugglers, record labels or rap Yo, can I get a soul clap? Words are infinite Rhymes are untouchable, in the skies are
mother said Raney stay at my side For you are my blessing, you are my pride It's your love here that keeps my soul alive I want you to come home from
a point in my sons life he developed paranoia About death and about the dying We are living in a world of imperfect human beings Where greed, jealousy and envy Are
rap at a point in my sons life he developed paranoia about death and about the dying we are living in a world of im perfect human beings we are greed
Going to a bar that's far Makin' the deal to make you a star You need to ask yourself, now do you know who you are? Where you goin'? How many steps you
to take back what's mine (Can't hide, can't hide) We have the power (Alive, it's so fine to be alive) We are the light I'm God's hit man, Chopard wristband
these niggaz at I clear the whole pack Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (Who these niggaz think they are?) (
This is my destiny Foolishness and wisdom Are practically the same Indifferent to opinions of the world Of the world, of the world Jumpin' out of room alive
look ill My word, they can't forget, they never will They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in And the Fuhrer is alive and well,
x6) It's the next chapter, where's all my head at? You slept at the fact that we crept back to, Set factors straight, the only dead rappers, Are penned
feel alive But now I'm kind of like a child who's been slowly reconciled To waiting on the wisdom that he knows will soon arrive In the hills above
't nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him, he was supposed to feel bad He's the neighborhood bully Well the chances are against it and the odds are
yet I'm still alive It's like a bad day that never ends I feel the chaos around me A thing I don't try to deny I'd better learn to accept that There are
and queens Every woman has a name Cocktail waitresses with dreams Every woman has a name And every girl whose love survives A broken heart to stay alive
for the right yes but whose to say For a hill men would kill why they do not know Stiffened wounds test their pride Men of five still alive through
fireworks inside your head Are going to stand and deliver talk instead The method acting that pays my bills Keeps the fat man pheening in beverly hills