me what is real all's been lost - turned to dust when it all comes crashing down (vultures are circling) all alone - forgotten - hung to fucking dry broken down
come on (come on) let's do this here (let's do it baby) everybody throw your hands up Come on, everybody catch the flo' (come on) It's going down up in here (going down
love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin
you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery when you come for me, cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was
high Let me see the sun rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme Venom No mercy When we all up in 'em Cut em Down To hell is where
, killin (?) and keep mobbin G It ain't no problem (?) funk off (?) blow down punks with my sawed off Bust they dirty-ass drawers off and had them
x2] It's too late why tell me now that you want to come home [x2] Now I would see guys on talk shows and call them fools When they stayed with they girls after they
pullin' me down. Bad storm for the flight, keepin' me on the ground. Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall) Raise to the ceiling, try and
[Verse 2: Layzie] See these mind's was handed the raw. And nigga's, they fuckin us, make the law And sick and tired of seein nigga's flossin, put it down
I'm fallin', fallin Theres no doubt that god helps me rise (That he do, that he do) I said indeed if I fall. Every time I'm fallin', fallin Theres no
day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall rise
and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak are
ll win the race, another day & you'll find your place: a charming illusion, a source of confusion. Another rise to power, no matter who or when, and we
niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?) Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?) Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (
and go back to the world where it came from Follow close keep my head down low, I keep my head down low For there's a falls pourin' down on us all and
bleeding heart inside we cart ,we scratched ,we ran, we slashed and when we opened up at last found a cul-de-sac deep and black smoke and ash deep and black smoke and
in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak are to wither and moan Only the strong will continue I know
come and kill us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise