me A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga Hustlin bitches like drug dealers Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games Here's my number
Days go past and as they pa*s Time move quicker No time for wastin' Put your hustle down my young dealers Cause the end is nearer But at least that's
's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer [Chorus 2X: 2Pac] Who
's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer [Nas:] Imagine smoking
pain I feel Look inside and find the love I recognize your struggle I see through your pleading eyes Camouflaged by an anxious smile your paid identified It looks like the end
through the trees Stir it up Blow it down on me Don't leave me long Don't leave me lonely My love is as strong As the day is long Put an end to my pretty
: Surrounded by disquiet Call from depth of soul Flare up an utter battle A storm coming from North Clouds come to blows Fighting till the death Approaching
last breath... this will all be over soon for you are so lost inside glazed eyes long for the waves' embrace drawn to an end so near... far away are
: Verse 1: I'm brave but I'm shaking I'm near but yet I'm far I don't believe in civilization But yet I still drive a car I'm crippled but I'm walking
it's time to let you go Yes I tried time and time again But you don't love me, it's go to end I tried so hard, damn near lost my mind Cause real love
The tidings of a war infernal Destruction of all angelic life To bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled Armageddon's drawing nearer On the coattails of the end
of town. I will wear new boots and an earring of gold You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown. The way is long but the end is near Already the
sometimes they get On bad terms with the younger men But old, young, age don't carry weight It doesn't matter in the end One of the boss' hangers-on
know me better than that Sweet lady. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, Blowing down the backroads headin' south. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an
yo' friends They can be enemiez within quick to pretend like they fit in Get in, they put it all to an end I know ya kinda choosed survival, pinned ya
on by I try to say something But end up with nothing Everytime you walk on by Yeah Feeling Lonely Uhh If I ever see you again This crazy dance must find an end
I grew on Down in a mesquite canyon We come walking along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road
Diesel] You know, this shit is really a hard work, you know? Shit, who am I kidding, man? Go easy! I'm in my zone man! Fuck them all like an orgy, Don