and let it go Na-na na na . . . Yeah, let it go burn your pages destroy what you own and when the cracks are beginning to grow Just let it go
Let it go All of your cracks are beginning to show Take your fires drown them deep in the snow and let it go Na-na na na . . . Yeah, let it go burn
: Well den a nuff ghetto youths Dat got no place to go Live night and day roaming In the ghetto Most ghetto youths Aint' got a place of their own Give
beneficial to the groups That go by three initials, so they try to discredit they'll dog you With an edit, print the words the way you never said it
up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs The Elitists Groups The Masses They pray
the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
from the medicine shelf Oh cure thyself. My life's on a string I'll do anything to get myself back. I hang by a thread, oh let's go to bed and get ourselves
Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs The Elitists Groups The Masses
got ta) call up a friend when I get lonely (I got ta) do enough shows cause the rent's due (I got ta) get paid, cause it makes sense to (I got ta) uplift rap on it
diamonds and leather Understand you're a black sister In this white man's world don't let it get ya Down girl it's essential that you grow amongst your group
? It lasts longer (not only do you get the desenex burger) Now come on, try it. No, no. It's really good. No. smoke that? ! Have I ever lied
cold Politicing with my niggas, plottin how to get dough So Cormel, don't forget, I guess it's time to set it These things go real, livin in the ghetto
me love and now I'm givin it back A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet My Livin' Proof life story, let me break it in piece Yo I rock
the youth I'm talkin to you, I used to be just like you I pity the fool, It haven't about 12 past noon The time was 1989 to exact Let's take it back,
Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs The Elitists Groups The Masses They pray
Well den a nuff ghetto youths Dat got no place to go Live night and day roaming In the ghetto Most ghetto youths Aint' got a place of their own Give dem
