[Originally written and recorded by 108]
to ex-fiends Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler Chorus [2Pac] This is how we ride
this tainted moonlight Death approaches on this night For the animal’s soul is mine We will be completed right before your eyes I have no control this
keep your eyes open) For real niggas who aint got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my
you are is a dying scream! After tonight, I shall end this demon dream! [Hyde] This is not a dream my friend- And it will never end! This one is the
That I cut your heart out with Now relax, close your eyes What comes next is the surprise This valentine is doomed The smell of blood has filled this
reveal the game to all the hustlers Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place? Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal? If this is heaven to me is this
in the background] What the people want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile
: What the people want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel I?m
singer [chorus 1: hell razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto government for those who strugglin *repeat 4x* [hell
a long time, been a long time comin' It's life or death for me now But you know, there's no turning back now This is what makes me, this is what I am
eyes, walkin' wit a bock, monster Best way to describe my posture In this world of sin, I'm as wicked as they come Moonlightin' as a rapper get this
The host of phat, uhh, Phat or Wack? Uhh your friend and mine Bink Chipperwink (Applause) Hello everybody I'm Bink Chipperwink And this is Phat or Wack
) version but this is a very close approximation of the song as performed by Sandy Denny. "I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair To travel
six? With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes Oh, is that your
court I tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride Juwan Turner got killed
night and we run through your chest, got a bitch With your name on her breast up to set up your death We watch your ass for ten months if we gots 'em