This song was made for us, somehow it'll never be enough This song was made for us, somehow it'll never be enough I hope you get chills, I hope you get chills
worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
how it is foe I'm breathing for a reason, what you here for? They got us with the villains who a chill for? Cause they murdered all the heroes [Chorus
up, time for you to wake up The road is going down the other side of the hill Keep your feet on the ground - don?t kill but Chill - with all due modesty
like a black hero And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
caught seizures Peace to ten thousand seaters And all y'all pretty ass Libras My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces I love fuckin with y'all I got
YO! [Raekwon] Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew We can smoke, all in the halls It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on All tip top, cling to the
how my spirit it chills We were bashed on the rocks Like a hard hunted fox Of death and destruction he thinks He's a seafaring sailmate Can gambol a caper Grog drinking hero
soon He's gotta be larger than life (A hero) (I'm holding out) (For a hero) For a hero, ooh (I'm holding out) Holding out (For a hero)
: [Hook] Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes "y" nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts
'all (alright, do it then!) This original piece, written by me, fly guy (alright) And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you playas (yeah, yeah!) And all
fur die wahren Atzen, all die Hustler und Glatzen, Kartoffeln und auch Kanacken, ich meine all meine Atzen Das is fur die wahren Atzen, all die Hustler
all hydro Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh Used to be in the red star, gettin my head slobbed from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog I chill
I'ma bring in the fish and induce my backhand to refrain from my fist yeah I wish that I change then I could shed all the (main) you trippin' on my ego but all
Ike and the Tina Turner, carry your burner [Chorus x4: Hell Razah] United Kings making power moves by all means The truth is the proof to see clear through all
up The folks unknown and the stones all meet up Police tap my phone and ma's own on speaker Said he's back with poems got their domes all leaked up To
Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step I'm all money like the Pres, no stopping the rest This is Stones and grown man poking his chest Play hero