the sand. Now we know were living, were living in such a little land! Such a little land. Such a little land. Such a little land!
I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary procher Got me outsellin' niggas' whole fuckin' roster I'm big in New York like B.I.G. Plus I run with D
the gold and platinum plaques We want uranium I flip the game To make the players think I'm playing 'em My people think I'm evil Cause I rhyme with Damien
For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make
warzone I got no home don't have no friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave
a little longer than I thought I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand all I ever wanted
I'm in no mans land I'm looking for the real me If only I could feel me You know I'm in no man's land Sometimes I gotta play me It's really hard to stay
say I'd better change Pick up my dough Yes'n pay my own way Fed up with hard times Well in the land of desire That wanton fire Pretty little lips saying
Is silent in the town I'll shoot those tyrants one and all, I'll gun the flogger down. Oh, I'll give the land a little shock, Remember what I say, And
: Later on that evening when I thought I'd had enough I sat down in a restaurant and Over powdered drugs I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce Picked
a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone
po Yall better toss that llello quick and tuck ya bankroll Don't think I forgot where I come from dog cuz I know Cleveland Ohio fo sho where we slang
manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came
gotta keep real, baby, lately Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe And outta the way And you know I get greater later, so I continue
a gun - should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I
flip and pray I'll be done, when I reach my own Stay free; let the time go pass me by Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d. [Krayzie] I smoke on nothin
me to head West" "So I'll take my part three from the hill with the tree Feel free if you'd like to come along with me To the Promised Land" "The Promised Land
