But still I am what I am... My life built on confusion Hours spent alone in seclusion I've come to claim what's mine I am the one "I am the armageddon man
Translation: Face Down (US). One Eyed Man.
I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down
man? That shit been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one
's one of my niggas is dreamin', schemin' on making a million Tryin' feed they children and police keep coming around And keep tryin' to beat you down
it a) Just to reiterate dog those was the days (let's do it again) 'Fore the invasions of haters, man crews from all around (do it a) Used to get down
crack fiend walking down the block with that (Shake) everybody got a family member with that (Shake) that a??ll come through and steal your TV and then (Shake) man
dropped the dagger, I slapped her Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail Tales of a married man
Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [Cappadonna] We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's We grind
his face over some bullshit The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives It's rainin' , 85 degrees kinda muggy One of the nights they thrown in his face
the goal is to stay empty Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest I'll never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice I learned
Aw man Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha 1-2-3-4 Don't stop the rock Now
now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin' with my team is murder one I heard a gun bustin' shots, down the block I guess a nigga gettin' what he
it) Betta not fuck wit me ('Cuz our hood is on it) I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild 'Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed
kick some facts Us blacks don't know how ta act Sometimes I believe the hype, man We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man But don't point
diapers In the sand she laid face down She had a pillow of cactus And her bed was desert land I suppose the call her Sandyface Because her face
fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank minding my own Was knocked down by a human
