song That pulls you along, yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts breaking your stride Too many Jekylls, feeling like a
your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace You leave without a trace You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the
Hey there, go stand in line Read the Times, check your dimes Ensign, what a wind, keep on trying Anywhere, sublime paradigm, oh, whoa, oh, whoa When
I know the ones you share And you deceive the ones you dare And the drift and the gift they give to you And it turns to another day And the mess, all this
hang it on the wall No matter what you think I'm always on the brink But you can throw a twist and I can move like this They give you lot of slack then
down over twice You could treat me mean or treat me nice But soon the time will come I know what I put you through The time will run Away from us like
, you guessed it They keep you in follow mode They keep you in follow mode Take the streets you never rode They keep you They keep on knocking Oh, like
watching out for things that bite I was tripping on my own two feet I was feeling like I got no sleep And my thoughts were getting unrestrained And I was looking like
Shadows falling on my day And time is standing still You see things in a different way The way that no one will They're gonna take the very thing That
song That pulls you along yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts Breaking your stride Too many jekylls Feeling like a mr.
: Who put this shit together I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at Never goin' ta
rollin with me With that 223 Go and find this nigga Bump this nigga Stomp this nigga Stank this nigga I'm a have to bank this nigga Gank this nigga Pop this nigga Stop this
bar fights, we war Worldwide we tour Shit we saw deep, paw Can't sleep, paw E.K.R./P.N.C. came far I shine, you shine like stars Drive like cars Smif-
, party Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party Dig this how we love to party Dance fools all over shakin' they body 70's music to rulin' to this Go from
And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don
the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh
: (feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer
a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This
