difference 'Cause everything's a memory, once it's done I can be my worst enemy just for fun We urban guerrillas, got friends with turbans that's killers We
't know when the time will be Which side of me, whom you might see Be careful what you ask for That's no lie, sometimes we just don't know why Yo, why
Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I
War And inside niggas waitin on their road call When friends, dies niggas ride for their road dogs Don't know why we all cry when the soul fall Yo, we
do we go from here.. [where do we go, ] After the storm has cleared.. [beneath the red moon, skys moan] Where do we go from here.. [where do we go from
can't help it I can't help it, I can't help it I can't help it, I can't help it I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it I can't help it, I can't
it, don't allow it to pow without it Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards The world is yours, and the world we can't afford So ignore
you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm askin' why did You take him away Why did You take him away? I'm askin' why did You take him away Why did You take
lunch dinner time she bring a friend write my sh-t so vicious y'all are like snitches you can't see the pen always on some new sh-t CNN sh-ttin on these
was doing bong hits in the back of my friend's chevy so don't tell me we're winning the war on drugs cause drugs are like a bog ol' can of raid and you
s dark again we'll let the 9s spark again Y'all know the dogs niggaz stay moving out the fog And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the Lord I'll hit
? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic's bad When we down on the craps, we plasmic gats Tellin' you now you can't fuck with Dinero Got a lot of
it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again Y'all know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fog And when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the
Joe Hooker Y'all can't see this.. That this might be the night.. This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night.. (kiss
need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin' Know there's dope bein sold, but I ain't the one sellin' Don't want to be
be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be
own your sanity (it's just me, myself, and I, at war with each other until we die) Bonez Dubb: I feel it in my chest and I can't breathe Don't know