It's time to get away It's time to get away from this world... Please tell me why do you lie girl, The guy is dead but you're still alive... Please tell
hide them away But her time it was going too quickly Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away But her memory will stay here forever A time she
said it, I know I did it, maybe I went overboard to prove a point. But sometimes my pride gets in the way, maybe I need some time away to get my head
Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away
prove a point But sometimes my pride gets in the way Maybe I need some time away To get my head together B-Sec: Maybe this was my last chance I may never get
lyrical assassin Heads up when the sound comes crashing Like a train wreck to the heads that we done smashed in. Hard like the man of steel You steppin up you get
due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and
spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time for sittin
fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the
[Chorus: x2] Get low (get low), get low (get low) They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight) Get low (get low), get low (get low) They shoot (they
Ready. Get set. Scream. Breathe, and for a first time taste the thought that the words we left unsaid could easily have been the ones which should have
out and burn this town we'll skank all night at the sight of the city burning bright All around you'll hear the sound of the town burning down Open your
dirty, Underground Life [VERSE 3: Party Arty] Fuck rappin, I said what I had to say Y'all niggas get blast away, then pass away The feds wanna put my ass away
revokin niggas ghetto passes I got a million flames to burn at chya His style I don't need it I'm even movin quadriplegics like they furniture While heads get
second life's lies Another Autumn day forgotten, coalesce and fade away Start to shimmer with vibrance, vacate, then fade to grey So I run... I run away