a thug's body scarred and tired Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united The way I walk, it's a
23 hours lockdown in a cell Can drive a nigga crazy as hell Looking at four walls Can do nothing at all Got you feeling like a dog in a cage A monkey
C) 23 hr. lockdown in a cell can drive a nigga crazy as hell Looking at four walls can do nothing at all Got you feeling like a dog in a cage A monkey
me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up
gunshots close the curtains; Biggie! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - The Game] Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talk Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk
for playing high-pole Like the house of ditty nine O two one O type of the ho I treat a man like he treats me The difference between a hooker and a
your ship sunkin Fuck you with the drunken Than come a little closer Let me head you somethin I bomb with a wig blowin up your click Now take your pick
their world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand
reason I'm here now is 'cause God chose me And to me, I'm only just a crook nigga But God love us hood niggaz God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat And a pale man walks in the threshold of
there and stare." Prepare for my nine o' clock work meeting A couple pale folks slide right by with no greeting But the people with my phenotype follow with a
I Look At The Closet Get Ma Gat Out The Dresser I Look Back At The Closet Get Closer To The Closet Now I'm At The Closet Now I'm Openin The Closet[Ehoes
with the cars she kept. Oh and such is life she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with
With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for
maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for Owls Jetted up the steps to the
the mint full of my babalance Call an ambulance To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance They try to dance with a devil in the pale
cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada [Translation:] With my right hand I open the door My mom welcomes me with a newspaper and a letter I
