No opinion, have no thoughts have noc feelings, kill your heart they will tell you where to walk they will tell you when to talk there are just
City'll line them hoes up and fuck 'em all My dog Weebie make them hoes catch the wall with it And walkdy, walk, walk, walkdy walk with it Say girl,
in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober ni**a talkin thug walkin
bread now, Ill cut your head now You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop
, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line
to have Hummers big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers damm Dog, you been in here that long? you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead
feeling like a skeleton No more sleep walking dead You're gonna wake from this coma You're gonna crawl from this bed you have made And stop counting
just a boy And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line
Cold Restin The Dead I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...) (Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead
I am a nightmare walking psychopath talking king of my jungle just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse Then dead as
on in! [Chorus] [Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] Aiyo, this is all for my Metro card, one dollar cab niggaz Niggaz who walk here, and all the ladies who stood on line
your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or
that gun in the spine (spine) This that one of a kind (kind) This that get out the way, straight to the front of the line If they front on the line, then
wind Mans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his sin The world is in chaos, many try to pretend I stop smoking weed now I get high off my pen
so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12 Way too foul walk
the struggles and troubles, just hold on to your faith. Live for the day, hold it down, walk straight. Life is living, no one said it's easy. Don't stop
fuck a copper, Got tha maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, Tell the coppers... ha ha ha ha you can't catch em, you can't stop em, I go by them
: [Verse 1] Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe
