i still remember what we used to say when we said "we're just as one" we were heading for the promised land keep the faith, i'm still close to you. nothing
You tell me 'never say never', whoa Promise I'm never getting back with you After all the shit you put me through I had to learn, let it burn I was
sideways Man you're really caught up in a dream With your head burning under the starlight From the studio scene L.A. smiles to hide the frown L.A. promises
woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down, get
it in my head oh I gotta be a good man! well I got it in my hands - but it?s not enough for me! keep these fires burning - burning in my head keep
teachers are fools And you just want to break Well you're close to the edge And you're pissed at your work And the boss is a jerk From promises to preacher
: [Bizzy] I promise that I'll hunt you bastards Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and
of a feeling As I head out to the night I cursed the sky to open I begged the clouds for rain I prayed to God for water For this burning in my veins
I promise pretty darling, I didn't know what I was saying And now I'm praying that you won't say it's over Come here pretty baby and rest your head upon
promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head
ruin everything I've had enough of the promises I've had enough of empty threats Some people wait for opportunity Why should I wait? I haven't yet I want to burn
little darlin' But I gotta nomadic head I love you but I got to regret We'd get legendary tonight little darlin' uh-huh little darlin' But I gotta nomadic head
: The man drifting seeks poison and promise A threat to all, mostly to himself Hearing voices from the great beyond Now only he can dig himself out
residual, you?ll see our resilience Take your bat and ball and head for the pavilion Finally the king is dead we cried off with his head Everything must
Every time I walk by him, I punch him in the head Cut they fucking dicks off, stick 'em in each others mouths Now what y'all talking about!? I'm prob'ly gonna burn
make a mess Whose killing plans have been set Murdering their victims without mercy They promise to make it worse Tell'em their next mission And they'll give'em death Burn