Welcome to the abandoned world where the people never say a word they just close their eyes. My life starts as a restless heart mind and soul where never
-tu aime avec haine Pour aimer une autre avec abandon Peut-etre celle qui viendra T'aimera-t-elle moins que moi Et peut-etre sera-t-elle plus heureuse
grow, so remember control A bit of patience can work as a friend or a foe I'm lettin it out, so I don't bottle it in I'm puttin up, things are looking
if we clock a meal So money ain't the issue If you in some bullshit I'm in that shit with you Can't let no bullets hit you If you die I won't forget you
that a bum or abandoned child gets freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens I lecture how I got God but don't got religion Got a clip for
from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words
way from South Philly on a wing and prayer And still bringin' it yeah [Chorus] C'mon take it there C'mon take it there Let's take it there C'mon take
'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me like Andrew Cullonon Y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business It's a sin to swallow
that and handle it, method man I get Strong with titantic shit, that means abandon ship Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't
don't know what you've been told Real niggaz don't stay on they go Can't stop until I get there you know Won't stop until I get there keep going Bury
'infini C'est le monde a ta porte et tu lui dis merci Rendez-vous in another world or in another life Another chance, a second and too bad for this
don't know what you've been, told Real niggaz don't stay on they go Can't stop until I get that you know Won't stop until I get that keep going [Verse
What kind of soul that gets to hell? All hope abandoned please render here It's the state of the world address c'mon fuckers Just look at the state we
shift at the gate How can you beat a G a week in '88? Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the landlord A grand
hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens I lecture how I got God but don't got religion Got a
kill Even if we clock a meal So money ain't the issue If you in some bullshit I'm in that shit with you Can't let no bullets hit you If you die I won
