do the Walk of Shame ; Hide your face - the night was calling... Time to do the Walk of Shame ; Hide your face - the day is dawning... Time to do the Wlak of Shame
, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now Damn shit done changed now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come
this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes
We the people must JUMP! It's all insane - for this - for shame To walk inside this life - that's why We the people must JUMP! Come - take a stand
It's cold it's hard and I'm locked inside this I've gone too far I can't rectify this I walk away falling into It's such a shame how I'll miss you I
it with me And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't walk through it What is it? I
ll be his ass whipping pussy, your rhyme keeps on slipping go home and gets to trippin pussy, I slow your row with that tampon your flow be misthrown come
soul to say this But a fire will wrap around And cover what's left in this city As the dead will walk the earth! We are the dead, come burn away We are
a shame... shame shame Shame... shame the way you do Well it's a shame... shame shame Oh it's a shame on you Well now you walk out in the evening Don
myself when young Did ask the saints of life They said he wept for me A crown of shame for me Will the glory of Christ bring order to this life? Come walk
t know how to walk I'm always running unprepared I'm losing my hope Sell my self for an hour of fame I know it's a shame But I don't care 'Cause You forget
got this thing for you Hey baby, can I carry your flame I wanna take you somewhere or thing Don't you know you're drivin' me insane Still got this thing for you When you walk
circle of shame must now finally break so that honour may again walk by our side Roamers of the path of many paths now the hour has come for us to act
the gangsta's opera So New York City walk with me, talk gritty It's up to us New York it's our city Here the man come with the anthem, hands up It's time
'll be free I do my best not to complain My face is dirty from the strain I only hope one day I'll come clean Chorus Come take my hand We can walk
ve no choice but to deal with it Here come the big guns Speaking for all the young ones They make the world go 'round You better abide just step aside cause Here come