this is getting me nowhere, nowhere Don't try to talk me into callin' it quits You know I'm only getting started and sometimes you drive me out of my wits I learned a lesson
that this is getting me nowhere, nowhere Don't try to talk me into callin' it quits You know I'm only getting started and sometimes you drive me out of my wits I learned a lesson
children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass years turn over on and on there from that rolled down window ponies run
pass on the pump and the vest Got the sword of the Spirit, I run to the text I run to the best answer for every question It's got every teaching, every lesson
you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail? Shit's hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail? High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway When will they learn
don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on
any more But I'll ride on the train coming through in a minute Going south and on so let it come The train a ride won't always run I got a ticket and
God on their side. I've learned to hate Russians All through my whole life If another war starts It's them we must fight To hate them and fear them To run
on the school bus We were young but just having fun. No stoping destiny now that we're older and we've found each other again, I've learned a lesson
it in, never settle for losin' I'm a thug true, add to or get out the way You could settle for less but I need more on my plate Eatin' good, family good
the sucka that's squealed on a murder? Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson I grab my Smith & Wesson For punks that run to
Krayzie Bone] Yo my dawgs if you call or you fall You depend on that nigga wherever then I will be there, lean on me But let us get rid of tha enemiez
: [Krayzie] Yeah! Come on, come on, come on This is my family This is my family, my family [x2] Mo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along
watch the setting sun You've picked up every dirty trick Just to keep yourself always on the run And I feel just like a hired gun Always on the run I
demos anyway Gotta learn, value every penny saved (Step 2), make your music timeless 'Cause that'll live on after you gone in silence Never run out of
