I've scraped the glass for crumbs And asked the mirror for some truth I've loaded my body with chemicals It was no use 'Cause retribution's coming For
I scrape the glass for crumbs and ask the mirror for some truth. I loaded my body with chemicals, it was no use. Cause retribution's coming for the years
Translation: Classic Crime. God And Drugs.
of their projects Reminding d's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal For tomorrows drug
can all buy cribs, throw dubs on the six [Bishop Lamont:] But see, niggas like him, I can't fuck with them +Follow The Leader+ is classic, but I don't
of their projects Reminding D's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal For tomorrows drug
devilish and habitat Black on black crimes and crack 9s we clap They cuff your wrist behind your back The ghettos infested with drugs and police A wino
