Aggression boiling over with nowhere to go We find no peace at home so we shave our heads and take to the road! Carried by four wheels and visions
is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family.. [Bizzy] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and (?) is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision
feel the wind beneath my wings as it carried me up high And to marvel at the beauty from up there in the sky. I could see a Vixen guard her young as
Ich horte selbst noch ihre Worte Und war geruhrt und tief bewegt Doch zuvor sah ich ihr Ende Und auch das ihrer Visionen Ich durchwanderte die Kriege
York City A man named Clarence X, broke with the Nation of Islam He changed his name to Allah, and took his less astere vision Of Islam, directly to young
this The Grooveyard is amplifying the wattage My lyrics simulate theological knowledge And inquisition X-ray vision As I transistion Silent thinking individual addiction Blessed by
Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we heatin' shit. Why vision
pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them Criminals, led by the originals, high strung Motivated by
he didn't Then you turn into robin on me You start to give in Get it By the beach watchin tennis Crack anotha bottle of Perrion LouieV carry on's when
it right ok you ballin and I'm with the owners You know my drive is retarded like I'm riding doughnuts Picture me rollin' Young, handsome and focused Got that vision
hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is dropping There ain't no stopping me, constantly moving while making millions Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries
one So its only right that i hit you with another one Remix we get busy over here No sleep niggas stay up on they grizzie over here We young (young
let it be, we shall fulfill our destiny My Art Club [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's outro] The current show was called, "Art Hurts: Visions From Young
full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries
straight lunatic making all these bitches Niggas hear their final tick But that don't mean my minds sick Just 'cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese When trees by
outblast anybody you bring Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz Then I showed ya'll niggaz, you +Can't Knock It+ Don't get carried away,
, 'cause I outblast anybody you bring Young, you got it the prophet I told yall niggas then I showed yall niggas You can't knock it Don't get carried
dreams we have planned You are young and you are the future Suck it up and tough it out, be the best you can The old man had a vision, it was hard for