you still care But I was raised by them real players I try to tell the homies, fuck the party This player lifestyle ain't for everybody You gotta make your own choice
misfit I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violence psychotic With the vile polish politics by
want and what I need Can finally be the same I just got myself to blame Is everything up to fate When there's choices I could make When there's choices
back Like mic check, pimp for what it's worth I got the right net Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet No regret, live by a code you
is done Volume one, Priest, part two is when God will come Read [Luminati] Choices of wickedness brought me nothing But righteousness delivered from death
That a message in the music ain't a part of the game A, coincidence that we livin a lie A, coincidence that we only get by A, coincidence that so many
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy Even though by
can I say Gettin' bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moet While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set Front, I strike accurate you get wet Whatever choice
, 'cause things will be better tomorrow} No need for tears, no need to cry No matter what we face, we shall get by When the problems you face are too
I don't know why she's livin a lie (Perhaps she'll die) I'm lookin at this girl she's always high Cause she likes to get by by stayin high She's always
street passion Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion A place where death doesn't reside Just thugs who collide Not to start beef, but spark trees No cops rollin' by
s only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York Why you forcin' you to be hard Why ain't you a thug by choice Why the whole world love
m not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will and hold a grudge But I think it's time I said me a few choice words All about that demon automobile A metal
meet the lost soul, at the crossroad We're bein' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll Unfold the scrolls that were foretold, by
you lost For the ones who boast Whats the outcome of this roller coast Drive by and retaliation glock infrared We screw up on it by an inch and hit the
nigga running around like cheated With 9 millimeters and a full clip, ugh I grab the hitman by his mouth I'll ride ya, dodge ya and slide ya to your death
(The ENGINEER, in a peasant clothes, is brought back to the city from a re-education camp by THUY's soldiers. THUY instructs him to find KIM in exchange