of story Find it all pretty satisfactory Well I tell you my friend This might seem like the end But the continuation is Yours for the making Yes you're a hero
be jamrock the lyrical official, send out the order, laws and the rituals, Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals, it is truth we big news, we hood heroes
Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy) I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh) And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen
who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero
kings and the queens And they read off our names The night you danced like you knew our lives Would never be the same You held your head like a hero
Oh, we can beat them For ever and ever Then we can be heroes Just for one day We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes Just for one day
the lyrical official Send out the order, laws and the rituals [Nas] Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals It is truth we big news, we hood heroes [
a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel The kind that drugstores sell When you reach the part Where the heartaches come The hero would be me The hero
mirrors and we learn to f-ck hoes off trial and error just a small time n-gga, big city hustle glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell these were our heroes
brave x 14 im not afraid to cry or bleed, my heart is on my sleeve ? you make me feel, like im a queen your arms, protecting me. so even if im lost and
gas Traverse it through San Stone's past The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask [Verse 2 - Elzhi] I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens Poke queens
white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But
and like very gross When I get my fill I chili most MC's out there ya better stand clear I have no time for conversation my dear From kings come queens and from Queens
bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
sayin??? So, Chuck, I got a feeling you?re turning into a Public Enemy, man Now remember that night you was kickin? to me On the way out to L.A., [Incomprehensible] and Queens
a tale your thoughts would tell Just like a paperback novel The kind the drugstores sell When you reached the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me but heroes
joint, you mean Misindae Gayochello? No wonder why the hump inside the joint is feeling ghettho A medal or award should be giving to these heros for their