feet Embrace your head A tragedy No, there's never enough You try to sleep But then you never wake up Try to sleep Don't look at the camera Try to sleep
They say we came up together I don't owe them A motherfucking thing I'll make it hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog A nigga try smoke
Verse 1:Tupac] Posse deep as I roll through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin so low you think I'm sleep But at the slightest
still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
m on the radio and I can't wait If you aint up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game Now I know to keep low when the heat blow I'll have
wanna kill For real tho Cause you go girl I wanna rock your world Get down the curves Your curves got me prayin The way your kicking them things I wanna lay low
low [Lay:] GOD loves me, [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] GOD loves me, ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low [Lay:]
style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg Sneakin federals get wet I'ma predator the reap No mercy those sleep where my niggas
souljah,souljah,bone thug) Swing low (swing low) Sweet chariot (sweet chariot) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low
Life After Death" on and peep We ride (we ride) what's a four door Bentley Coupe without my nigga on the passenger side? And still I try (I try) to get
all lines We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef Try to keep that Ca$h
with you And I can`t go on I wanna be with you Wanna be with you I can`t sleep and I`m up all night Through these tears I try to smile I know the touch
'll stand and gaze upon as it eats into her flesh. Pray for her, The corps lays breathless. Low and behold there's probably nothing left I'll try and
see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low
off li'l pieces of meat And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach On the low, son, I sleep
