the day." He only eats the best and tosses the rest away. Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray. No devil or redeemer can cheat him. he'll take his
See the monkey cry He can feel his tears are flowin' But he don't know why He continues peeling faster 'Til the onion is no more Now at last his cryin
we will praise you for the rest of our days Yes, we will praise you for the rest of our days 2x Come on lift your hands in his presence And if you
the fear in ya heart, when you see the gift we think big, A-L-C we get right [Evidence] Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line yo money never
the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast Dumb-dumb don't want come test Cuz he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck Demanding respect
how we scam shit We're the two eight D crew and we get into The zone and never leave until we're through It's just a test if the rest of the mess Can
and it's the ham cause the beats is so fresh it's like I'm rippin apart the rest but they try never the less it's like everybody wants a piece of the
my dough So the reason why I say nfana ibaga Is who has this, no man can curse No man can curse No man can curse Today is the first day of the rest
, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest
be no sex without that gold Lexus (But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers) Seein visions of people smokin and ni**az catchin vapors Got his
'em up [2Pac:] Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp You know how we do it All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin' All the rest of you bustas
on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass now I gotta murder case
to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome Now the shit can rest
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed bastard Maybe he'll listen in his
home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his
Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them Blast it Wrapped in plastic Bullshitting got his
familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace