What's left for me? When all my life revolves around regrets And every thought is a rod piercing my heart. Of the dreams I once had only ruins remain
em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders
, if ya want, ya gone die Cause it's like that, only way I know How to play it, I'm all ready Wanted by a triple murder by the Feds So I'ma get me a
: [HEAVEN SHALL BURN] [Merauder cover] I am the Lord, your God, kneel before me and pray Forbidden acts of evil forced upon people in different ways
funkin ounce It's the Brooklyn sway And as I let the music play I wouldn't have it any other way And if it sounds like somethin you heard before it's
dedication Most of ya'll are in it For commercial presentation No rockin' without the proper documentation Fuckin' with it before you're committed Is
revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state,
strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded Searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me But I murder
eye You cross the game, don't explain nigga Time to die Say good bye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before
for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow
az shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu ni**az do unto these snitches, before it's
about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before
a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder
just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets. And then the on other
Fergie] You was foolin' me once before, but I tell ya There's no foolin' me twice no more Cos when I open up my third eye, my third eye I get away with murder, murder (yeah) You was foolin' me once before
days of our livez Come look deeply in my eyes, these are the days of our livez See tha murda mortalise, see tha murda mo, these are the days of our livez
ay ay ay ay I gotta do me, so let me do me, I wanna do me [Verse 1: Chris Webby] There's been a lot before me, but Webby is next So it's about to go
GO!) The thought of you (GO!) talkin' shit - really fuckin' offends me! (GO!) In no time at all we come back to each other Seems like I've seen it before
