Walking down a street full of faces That don't see what I see That don't hear what I hear That don't feel what I feel PUT YOUR HAND TO YOUR HEART What
glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick I write this for rightness, or even try to recite
and pack clips With hollow tips that will make you niggas do backflips And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw In three or four places like I break
in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride [2Pac] Somebody break me I'm dreamin,
a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will
the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I
glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride [2Pac] Somebody break me I'm dreamin
to give em what they're missin And tell you what you're lackin, boy, I mean business Stupid muthafuckas play me close, but hell no I couldn't be touched even
innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even
to break you leave while you can or I will make you I've got no feelings, I don't love you you see everyday I'm gonna burn you You don't need someone new to break
be missing you That makes me fall apart it's just that I didn't mean to break No I didn't mean to break No I didn't mean to break Your heart
all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break
And plain clothes undercovers, crazy trainspotters With grass cutters and choppers, eatin' sens' for supper My premises is like the Nemesis at Alton Towers Where chickens and cowards
'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all
your mouth shut I can't stop, you know I cannot be locked Changes are coming to your door, hear the dangerous "knock! knock!" So many people are talking about it, Hardcore Come on everybody break
even think - the closest thing these rappers ever get to art is when their mind's drawin a blank We revolvin in rank, you smiling coward you spiraling
