motions waiting for the day to turn to night tired eyes and complete lack of emotion everybody's asking me if i'm alright but it wont be too long til another day
scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that [Chorus] [Verse 3] I started off young, took a couple wrong paths Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo I started off
I know Jesus died for us, But I couldn't tell you who decide wars. So I parallel double parked that motherf***er sideways Old folks talking bout back in my day But homey this is my day. Class
say we don't care what people say [Verse Two:] The second verse is for my dogs working 9 to 5 That still hustle cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55 And
cause my mind's distortin People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day
it, it's enough of this screamin' Its time to get even and I won't be defeated I seated in class waitin for the bell When it rings Ima go up and blast off
got no freedom of speech No freedom to teach - make our kids out of reach Wanna break ties - alienated in their own land Running riot in the streets, day by day
real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
: (feat. Spit Syndicate) [Verse 1: The Tongue] Hey yo second-hand flows like second-hand clothes Both ain't worth shit like second-hand blow I never
the bird case, featherweight Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in Seal off the exits, then cut off
went a little something like this . . . Doh Get 'em off me Get 'em off me Oh No, get 'em off, get 'em off Oh, oh God, oh God Oh, get 'em off me Oh, oh
Know the ledge to where your heart is or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second through
went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me!
child from a photo of the plan, with his brains blown out now. Lets rewind to where it all took place, started off in math class early that day. Hey!
