. And I'll chase you into the dark With such grace It's never been this hard. I've never fallen. I've never fallen faster. And I'll chase you into the
that's criminal - you fake bitches! You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall
i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to
y'all should of listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds Pass the flurry
is it Now I'm back back going like I never never left [?] boy right here I'm fresh to death [?] on my feet see I can't fall from Suzuki jeeps Now I'm
PLACE TO PARK! humanity is in my way your golden arches and your shopping malls remind us you must fall down down fall down fall down cool park cool park
it's all good here, come have a beer I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear And you're death comes wicked painful and slow At tha hands of
wheel And I park the car then I steal it again Cuz I really don't know what's happening [Violent J] I wait for night to fall then I walk outside And
I never admire [Chorus] 10th grade I became a hiphop addict ass backwards copped It Was Written and then Illmatic some say Ready To Die was Biggie's best but then again theres always Life After Death
: Uh, this goes out to Everybody with they head up Keep it up baby [Qua Billz] How many y'all had ever sleep out on park benches When cops came we hit
: Vail of night falls tenderly Upon my shameless bare spleen Passion waits your eager touch Bring me a star - I`ll give so much More than in your secret
can he walk off the field durin' the first innin'? I cried like a baby on the way to his pace of death, Hate not bein' there the minutes before he left
ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death
Now I'm back, back on 'em like I never, never left Plus the boy right here, I'm fresh to death Woo, Christians on my feet See, I can't fall for Suzuki
promise is death to you And it's true my only fear is I have none My conscience makes me keep me to myself 'cause I blast on And I can fall asleep right
night Wonder why they breathe hate through their windpipes Mu fuckas wanna take it 'stead of give advise Niggaz left me, now I'm living right Tryna cheat death
that's criminal you fake bitches You're lookin' for riches, in the wrong places The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall