hold on too And there's noone to pull you out You keep on fallin (falling) And noone can here you callin So you end up self destructing On the corner
with 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! (
all mapped out I put it in a figure-four until it tap out (yeah) still there some that rather see me in a crack house Stick up kids stakin out the block
the game called life, son - how you're livin it Street corner kids growin up blowin up You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights But in the end
the dudes on the block. You're looking at a new man in the light of the sun You're staring down the barrel of a dead man's gun! (dead man's gun...) [
] Yeah, g-growin up on 12th Street, Rosa Parks Was a young prodigy who had flows to spark Surrounded by killers, thieves, pimps, hoes and narcs Dead bodies
Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin at my shishkabob Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve (I can't stand white
'm so sorry! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! You're not dead!! You're NOT dead! I know you're not dead! Oh my God!
Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder Murder Redrum" Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead
! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! You're not dead!! You're NOT dead! I know you're not dead!
dead Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead
you ain't giving no help Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker How could you beat the mother of your kids
her loads and he's telling me daily Thought he'd marry her and be having a baby (?!) I tell him that there's so many roads And for every dead end there
didn't say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead At the end
innocence dies You'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were born to lose Just walkin' through time You believe this heat Another empty house another dead end
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises (She's dead)
of the tactical expert Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts Your casuality rate is high, I'm closin in Prepare for your ultimate end
that they found? Dead in the grass with his, dick in his ass Plus there was more but you won't recall Because Micheal Jackson squeezed up on some little kids