I was waiting on a moments But the moment never came All the billion other moments Were just slipping all away I must have been tripping (Was just slippin
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Now I have a reason to believe in sacrifice Behind the curtains of my window I will look upon the stars If you're searching for an answer you might walking
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back (Oh shit) What now nigga, what now? (What are you doin'?) What? Proof, the projects, nigga One shot, two shot
Chours Come on hit me with my best .. Come on hit me with my best .. Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way I sat there for an inspiring artist Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle Diggin' graves
One Nation under God has turned into One Nation under the influence of one drug Television, the drug of the nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
Life these days can be so complex We don't make the time to stop and reflect I know from first hand experience, one can go delirious Seriously it can
What will we do to become famous and dandy Just like Amos and Andy What will we do to become famous and dandy Just like Amos and Andy It's quite a spectacle
In the 1970's The OPEC nations began to dominate The world's oil economy In the 1980's, Japan became the world's Number one economic power In 1989 the
If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that sometimes it?s easier to desire And pursue the attention and admiration of
It all seemed so idiotic, all the accusations of unpatriotic The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence Election November before the winter
conscience of even the most conscious And calculating violator Words can reduce a person to an object Something more easy to hate An inanimate entity, completely disposable
He, he, he, yeah What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe? Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know Who got robbed, got shot, who
They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards With them
Is this just a dream? Don't wanna change a thing about you And all my lonely days Seem so far away without you You say you're so happy now And you say
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Goddamn, another fuckin' payback with a twist The motherfuckers shot
Out on the street, I'm stalking the night I can hear my heavy breathing Paid for the kill but it doesn't seem right Something there I can't believe in