't be late I'm gonna cross that bridge And found out what's going down And once I cross that bridge You know I'll never turn around And once I cross
Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't you leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't you leave me here dying on the cross of love
Runaway, runaway slave Runaway, runaway slave Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are
bomb So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs There's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays and spray strays with niggas names
cats, c'mon you chicks Dance your blues away And furthermore See the preachers preach but the devil deceits So why should I let those bad guys Stray
twice Hittin' you up, makin' you sleep tight You never sleep, dig what I mean, right? You here, we prepare for machine gun fights So don't dare to ever cross
mice around Well, I'm slinkin' down the alleyway looking for a fight Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry "Wild stray
farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on
Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names
Well I need you as much as you need me We belong together naturally Now our paths are finally crossed Now we know it's worth the cost Baby me and you
. Five minutes more I'm gonna cross that fine line It's just at that moment that you might agree. Every dog has his day But the nights were made for Cats
That couldn't cross yo Lost hope off dope Out to jostle Any unweary traveler that would fall the talk show It's foul how they play it But you can't stray
dude. I wish you knew what I do It don't phase us cause we claim to be aliens and strangers Cats liftin his name up and telling folks he saved us We strayed
doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and
souls That couldn't cross yo Lost hope off dope Out to jostle Any unweary traveler that would fall the talk show It's foul how they play it But you can't stray
they all been buried The Chronicles, from Muhammad's schools to Gods name vary Black people are the promised Jew's 'cause we lost already My cross is
Runaway... runaway slave [x8] [Verse One: A.G.] Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are