one's for me You know what I'm talkin' 'bout out there There's ways to sell out left and right But you ain't got to do that There's thing's more important
Cars are turning over and driving away, I'd like to think of something to talk about. I can't come up with a consolation prize. It's not that I want
freedom's in a bind Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall (The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up) And when the truth
her domain] I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth
silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on
load right on me (You put the load right on me) Go down, Miss Moses, there ain't nothin' that you can say 'Cause just ol' Luke and Luke's waitin' on
We go on because we would like to think there's hope. But that's a lie, there ain't no hope and that's the truth, that's the truth baby! That's right
Chuck Taylor's Getcha' walk on, C-Walk homie, C-Walk homie Getcha' walk on, C-Walk homie You know that gangstaz rock, gangstaz roll Here's the gangsta shit, we on
on and let it out Come on and let it out Come on and let it out Come on and let it out Before you run away from me Before you're lost between the notes
And you can put the load right on me (And) (And) Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say It's just old Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgment
a joke and forget the punchline Why you always wastin' my time? Hey baby, trust me, you just disgust me Your hair's a mess and your make-up's crusty
on 'em, ride on 'em Here come grandaddy always classin', ain't no *** badda than that They know I'm gangsta, 20k 4's on my black Cadillac And as a matter
Twin, what's happenin' Lay? That's how we do that? Nigga Thugs is on the line Yeah Y'all don't know a (I'm a Thug on the line, what?) Bone Thug soldier
in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You wit' me, nigga, you wit' me? Militant minded perfect timing it Always on the incline, ah shit Nigga that's
Damn, its hard being a real nigga Clutching on steal triggers Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet
when the heat get's on {*wind blowing*} Hopin that the weak get strong, when the heat get's on [talking - echo after each pause] Ya know... the street's
serve me, you'll get served wit' no regard I'm on a all night flight Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me Steady sweatin' me for credit
