FORE I PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE! I'm the same brother that likes +Sally Walk+ and I'ma "bad motherfucker from East New York" You see me callin them SHOTS
suffering shouldn?t keep us from loving on our brothers We had a sentence of death within ourselves, but God gave comfort and grace and gave an escape
to do a record with Pac, So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave
Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's
ugly antic from us you can't reveal yourself to the masses oh yeah little boy you are fuckin lost fear the angry eyes that are eating you up, you can't escape
was people screaming all around And I awoke to my alarm clock It was a pop song it was playing loud So I must find my fears and face them Or I?ll cower
pray for, acquit us A little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait for Or a shorty to take the weight for him What really did I escape from? Thought
for them flowers, and the candy All the times that you threw it back at me Told me you hate me, you 'gon hate me more When you find out you can't escape
dance 'cause tonight you love somebody, somebody new. I don't dance 'cause the moves don't want my body, I'll learn to hate them too. Now you dance to our songs ? I need them
then we do it,they refuse it So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out And get them wack motherfuckers
lock you up and they throw the key away nothing you can day they're in control So I pass it off to my girlfriend, before they arrive and she lied and she said that she ain't from
s just an illusion I made from the outside Inside I got a sick mind When the mask goes on just prepare to die [x2] Strange thoughts my mind begins to scatter Recover from
a razor blade, mix tape brigade Raps erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade Trying to get major paid, like the upper class? You can't escape from
thru college" They go from dacin, To servin cats wit plates an condoms And now they sellin crak too, But not as bad as them pusycats, That push they
go, Just to prove them wrong. I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen, Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me. And I sing songs
for, acquit us A little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait for Or a shorty to take the weight for him What really did I escape from? Thought
in case y'all a biter And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire (Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla
worth and Joe does his last line of coke his whole life's a fucking joke agony and sorrow lie ahead is there a place where we can all escape? from