up your mind Waiting for the day when we will find our way home, once again One day I know I will be set free I am here and I will wait
good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya,
we're trying to be bad All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad We watch every day for the bus And the
fight it to the finish but you made me forget, and though it's possible I'm dreaming, don't wake me yet. You know I love you, I can't see the day for
couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out. He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting
to share Just a little of your pain Well my brother I thought you?d never say I?ve been waiting forever for this day What if you were to call me up and ask For
transactions homie, And please no receipts the feds like to explore those They can't audit if they dnt know I bought it I been doin this for yrs homie, thoroughly I thought
sell anything as long as we not broke So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread Might
change or get out Then consider yourself trapped You get in to get out It?s a heaven with a hell of a drought Waiting for silence to take me somewhere Waiting for
up in their eyes innocent innocent girl you do it in a favor for the blood just hoping for common in nothing circulation my fascination of the crimetime crime
Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay This is a organization, not a one-man gang And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name [ CHORUS ] My friend, I thought this day
ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For
crazy kinda crush on you And though I try to forget you it doesn't matter what I do On my mind all the time, it's a crime I can't deny it's true Cause
may have high hopes You fill your heads with dreams, it ain't no joke You're waiting for that time you're on your own You think that it's a crime that
and everything is lookin dismal Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet Pepto-Bismal Need it for my stomach cause my tummy kinda aches like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait
to fight it to the finish but you made me forget And though it's possible I'm dreaming, don't wake me yet You know I love you I can't see the day for
just wanna live my life) Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life) [Method Man] Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned To give you what you waited
off the street, because he was treated so awfully One bullet for her, one bullet for him Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them And the worst
