the flames I just want to feel alive March on, march on Until I'm at the gates March on, march on So I stand at the gates, Screaming "I am not afraid
flames I just want to feel alive March on, march on Until I'm at the gates March on, march on So I stand at the gates, Screaming "I am not afraid"
You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligable for
a whole brand new screen show I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes The flake
gimme yours crime is what I live for got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate all you sober mcs
the light... [Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be... Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method Man Rock a bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow
dick smokah. Part-time broker. Late nite she work at strokers. Her cousin name mocha got an insane spine. An it's crazy cause I fukked em both at the
gotta bitch named Lola tru dick smoker part time broker late night she work at stokers her cuzn named moca got a insane spine and its crazy cuz i fucked em both at
children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin Where death lives on When young run foaming at the
never) The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never) So at the same time, when you play with guns When you play with guns Son (you can
Young crazy californians Postin bout six in the mornin On a quest to take the breath of my opponent Them alls can't live My cousins invite guns in they
named lola true dick smokah,part-time broker late nite she work at strokers, her cousin name mocah got a insane spine and its crazy cause i fucked em both at
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns His autobiography had came to an end With the final chapter written in blood upon a skin From snakes, that was dirty as
after, a whole brand new screen show I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes
done No time for sleep, jump in your jeep And pump up the funky beat a whole week Beeper goes off, yo, smash it and trash it You're too young to be plumped