believers When the Walls came down CHORUS Where you gonna be When the walls come down Tell me where you gonna be Where you gonna be When the walls come down
became believers When the Walls came down CHORUS Where you gonna be When the walls come down Tell me where you gonna be Where you gonna be When the walls come down
I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down
In L.A. We play the wall I wanna dance I can't do it I can't dance I'm too Jewish... I can't dance (x4) Me and sky blue at the spot there was
I say that shit just clownin' dawg C'mon, how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan I think you need some counselin'' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls When you get down
(x4) Now mami if you wit your man and he got cuffs on your hand When he slipping turn his head Imma tell ya whats the plan Holla at a playa (x4) Lil
Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard Oh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more Cutlass is 4 door, stash for the 4 4 Smokes 144,
ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight
Blow the microphone up an leave it smokin' when I?m finished Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it So when you come to smoke wit'
through the maze Down where the sun don't shine And the pine trees sway And when the wind blew And the cradle fell Down come baby Billy And up come
think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinking tub Cut him up into pieces and just When
get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear
is serious, L.O.X. Couldn?t even put three niggaz together And come up with this combination, faggot Shit is fo? real, yo I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt
shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the
Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost Feds with toast knockin my door down Sweat poor down
' done it all, more or less Ole boy, betta get down, better run for cover When I spit rounds, ah, you in some shit now Get found, slit down to the white
