from the ground I feel somebody told me how to fly somebody showed me how to get away with it somebody taught me how to hide somebody healed my thoughts from getting sick somebody
a road where there?s no way back, To the life that she?s always known, We gotta do something, Can?t do nothing? A&E is full of life, Somebody?s
the horizon right down to the bone It's the right time of the season Somebody there always cared There's always a reason Why someone's life has been
damn It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run It's your chance Runnin through servin a dum dum to you I'm a unique Bone Thug man Stop wonderin
the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ? Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life I snatch your life just like it's a
go murda dem all, dey fall They wanna see tha Bone fall, y'all but nah, we too Bone, I remember, back a lil' ways when we were so hungry, when we were
And the rich and the poor Know that God delivers a cure Eve: It's a shame our reality is devastating People praying for a cure Dying while they're
pop their collars for fun 'Cause it's wild as a mug (mug), somebody's child is a thug That can't even show they proud with a hug Though they help around
a million years id see so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me Who share the same views And the same exact beliefs Its like a fuckin army marchin
shout it out) 'Til some man called her race a disgrace Oh no [Chant] Well Poppi went down to the river To defend the honor of his wife (somebody's killin' somebody
them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin they place A
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed
s safe This music mogul rollin wit a hundred soldiers Gangstas we postal Oh you didn't, wanna know whose life Was Written The life I'm livin The ice the
societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout ca Dans
you B.I.G. Let's find a cure for A.I.D.S Oh Somebody tell me what's going on (what's going on) Somebody tell me what's going on (what's going on) Somebody
Let's stay together Yeah! Tell Y'all a lil' story right quick LUDA! [Verse 1:] First the fat boyz break up Now everyday I wake up Somebody done call
-ass women that get money through gifts They'll suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash Or ride a brother good then put a foot up on the gas of