you wish you were apart of us Go back to when you were just another face in the crowd No matter what, you'll always be dead to me I hear the dead
when you wish you were apart of us Go back to when you were just another face in the crowd No matter what, you'll always be dead to me I hear the dead
Kings Of Kings ah call Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem
And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it?s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody?s high
winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that no one can write. Oh, where are you tonight? The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
and tell me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see
me what it is you see in me Would ya look into my eyes Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could ya tell me what you see [Krayzie
they make me pure. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you. They make me pure, they make me pure, I long to be with you.
Now the Kings Of Kings a call Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me To see the sufferation sicken me Them suit no fit me, to win election
stardom Now di King of Kings a call Ol? man to pickney So wave unnu hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me To win election
the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street
: Take a long hard look at me, tell me what you think you see. Another one with a broken soul, taken down and looking cold. Tried to blow it all away
: Black is Gold is pure And true kings of this Earth. 1. So I say it?s up to us to straighten out this mess... We got to go through Hell... And then
Chorus: Stori James] Stood right beside me Look deep inside me She had inspired me to be Happy Stood right beside me Look deep inside me She had inspired me
, you don't live what you rap about Came poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch [Chorus: x2] Join me in war, many will
how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded
melted them down to pure gold I pawned them yesterday, they're gone all your tries won't make me jealous anyway so don't try to find me babe my love is dead
