t feel no pain. And when I die before my time, please say my body gave up before my mind. Another city divides, parallel and paralyzed. Past lives
a break from the streets To learn myself or can't get stuck with the curse Of limitations from my past generations Find myself still tryin to live up
street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live
Bronx New York Doctor Williams comin' to the Bronx New York Doctor Williams will be in the Bronx New York ??? straight straight hot hot hot hot hot red
music?s tight) Departin? out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight Limpin' past the market scene, my
world as The Fastest Man Alive He's The Fastest Man Alive Cut it up Flash He's The Fastest Man Alive Breakdown! Born in a ghetto, lived in a slum
? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha
Yeah (He's the master of the game) From the South Bronx I've been doin' this (All the girls know his name) All the way from the Northeast to the west
I gotta think fast 'Cause black man white town You know this shit won't last We try to bubble like ass Stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past
A Day MC, for what I am, and do The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true So as pray and hope and the message is sent And I am living in the dreams that
has three sixes on their skin [dutch masta killa] Bloaw! little hare was good, was dippy The wild-ass hippy who always packed the heater Lived the good
payback If y'all don't wanna listen, show me where Pastor Mase at If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If
the plan oh man You just got taken, I took a head out Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness stout Usin' abusin', those of the past tense Funning
Aiyyo Prince Paul, is this a Gas Face lyrical remix? Yes indeed Serch and it goes a little somethin' like this Gas, past tense, made facially 3rd Bass
, yo, yo Knew a girl named Shelley, six-pack belly When we made love, she made it shake like jelly Put her own video star on my tele Lived in the Bronx
hip hop crowd that rock kicks and hats Crisped jeans and whips to match Hardcore system up on blast Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past
Now speed it up, uh [Chorus 2X: Run] Run really make ya wanna drop, drop Now wanna make ya go live, live Now wanna make ya go live, live Now hold up [
