around these days are longer and I can't block out the sound I'm still waiting, for you to knock me down I'm lost and longing, you always haunt me Cause I can't breathe
these days are longer and I can't block out the sound I'm still waiting, for you to knock me down I'm lost and longing, you always haunt me Cause I can't breathe
Verse 2] I look around the city and its all such a pity everybody trying to be pretty don't care for nitty gritty I look around the block nobodys playing
down, hold it down It don't get no realer than this Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my motherf**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold
can't win Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest The rich get richer and the poor can't last The American Dream was an American nightmare You kept my people down
Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead [Verse Two: Young Noble] + (2Pac) I ain't a killer but don't push me dawg For the family I'll
the court room Please don't let them frame me I've been dealt a lot of bad cards Living as a thug Count my blessings Don't stress in this land with
blow Breathe Out Let 'em know what you about from the words in your mouth To the way you live it out no doubt [Verse One] Don't rock don't pop don't drop don't
face Cause the shame is closed on the mirror you don't look at anymore I won't tolerate this Goodbye my friend these are my last words Cause there
Babe Ruth Name twice and battle my team You don't wanna scream and end ya career like Howard Dean do ya I seen through ya, flow like the pattern You can't
you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to
on the level where I meditate and levatate And dedicate every awaken day so I can celebrate My last drink of water, my last piece of bread I'm the last
for paydays but I still count stars can't count counterclockwise I gotta count yards so don't count me out on account I ain't actin' hard so don't tell
low down even slow seems way too fast And now the booze don't work and the drugs ran out of gas Chorus The buzz that you be gettin' from the crack don't last
other than truth and breath Angel when she shuts her eyes Like we will leave to my demise Between my time is short About to start my last resort Wake