It's all too much It's all too much It's all too much When I look into your eyes Your love is there for me The deeper that I go inside The more there
it down Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise It's going down, it's going dizzle, it
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or not
handle. So, if it's good to you, like it's good to me then we can kick it, but I ain't tryin' to be in no commitment. I got too much stress dealin' with
a nigga went to so much church And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work Did a whole lot
church but I say I will, I bow my head right before I eat my meal The world's fucked up and they claimin' I'm to blame It's a damn shame cause I don't
we all go and through it, no matter how you view it Slice it, cut it, bring it back or screw it Hot as ever been but I'm cooling it ah They see never
: I'm walking through the summer nights Jukebox playing low Yesterday everything was going too fast Today, it's moving too slow I got no place left
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
been trodding on ya winepress much too long: Rebel, rebel! And we've been taken for granted much too long: Rebel, rebel now! (Trodding on the winepress) Trodding on the winepress (rebel): got to rebel, y'all
't get out; so I guess I gots to face it All them dreams of havin big thangs, I'm still gon' chase it [Krayzie Bone - repeat 4X] It's always somethin
benjamins spendin CEO's While you playin we buyin y'all rentin pin me Probably livin in a tent pocket full of lint Tryin to flip it like I flip it nigga
day leaders with too many laws our society with too much hate world police with secret foreign hate and all you care about is what's on tv OH OOH OH
ones who haven't they don't go to church, they go to war It's a place where the wicked are rewarded, and money in the power's too important The skies
it? Can you dig it?(Can you dig it?) Can you dig it? I had the best-laid plans this side of America Started out in church and finished with Angelica
your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to
!" Grew up in a dump next door to a burnt church But gunshots drowned out crickets and bird chirps And it's like that, and it's like that [Evidence]
I wreck when I wreck it, When I mic check one, two, when I check it. Lookin' for excuses just to get ill, How many cops can one man kill? Many, plenty, all
