where the old woman died it's the same place where she started her life the papers will all say her name probably print the wrong day the day that
for day, everything in life is just okay People say things they don't really wanna say Hey but it's okay 'cause your a star for the day People a smile
the room of my house Where the light has never been waiting for this day to end And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore Everything that we
waited for this day and finally You are free, you are free, you are freezing" Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode This day is gonna
on stepping People watching to see what we would do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called king
under thunders loud I ain't waiting for the day the sun comes out If you wonder what I'm under now The same shit I was and will be till I'm underground [Chorus] We
a moment Now I need you to open your mind, your eyes close them You are now about to be placed under my hypnosis For the next four and a half minutes We are
the burnin' sand with [C] wa-ter. Say [F] Dan can't you see that [G7] big green tree, where the [F] water's runnin' free. It's [G7] waiting there for
hot from shots popped back in '88 The black gate where son lay, never made the paper Just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light Crown Heights, some are
artistic They eating everything I'm feeding them Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium And results are my children, we share the
, someway Though I wait on the day What I'm doin' is gotta pay Someway, somehow My baby, when he cries It's 'cause somethin's on his mind This world's full of lies You an' me are
the rhymes you made And we'll go to the bank and we can all get paid Cruisin' down the block in the sixty-six Olds Girls are on the jock like the ride
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day Flavor Unit rules G, we
greens filled with feces and cheese pieces of human cerebrum this evening (stay away) Cause everything I touch turns to mold (If you want me) Everything I fuck, Striaght explodes (Are we
huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It Told y'all niggaz the Westside the best side We
/ Deuce Poppi, Tre+6 All aboard!!! We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride [Hook] S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We
cap, I'm a raw specialist Make me more devilish Me and my whores never kiss Though, motherfucker we was prone to die Just my green top, yo, we own inside