This selfless life I live is all I have to give. Risen. Say it's true. Prison. Say it's true. Never. Say it's true. River. Say it's true. Made of steel
is in the house Staten Island is in the house and let me hear you say Queens is in the house Come on now, Queens is in the house Long Island is in the
's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
is fallin' off It's repentance day It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance
day And though I try to heal inside My heart is just a vault for pain I've tried to snuff the candle But I've been burnt by the flame, it's too late
head put me in a choke-hold knocked out my tooth and broke my jaw on the sink Malibu's most wanted, you're going to the clink that's what he told me, it's
is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It's like Adam and Eve and the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . . Don: That's
the d-to the s-oh yes The s is for safe sex And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next But she pulled me close, and said "let's get loose
is in the house Staten Island is in the house So let me hear you say Queens is in the house Come on now, Queens is in the house Long Island is in the
You know the steez, I slay my prey Day by day Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit Rocking timbs with razors on the tip Today's the day to flip
Being sick and tired of being used and abused That's right (That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right) Pushing through the
chokes, the day goes on But not a day goes by That she don't sing those songs So the day you fly is the day I died Today I die Dear weeping Ruby, tears
Prince, Your daddy's ghost been seen runnin' hither and hince. He's all full of maggots and he's grizzly and grim, Somethin's rotten in Denmark and --
day And though I try, To heal inside, My heart is just a vault for pain, I tried to snuff the candle, But I've been burnt by the flame, It's too late
ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin
got no bail But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the
