me there Where do we go from here Is it all the way down All the way Is it all the way [x2] Down Close the door and hit the switch Every chance we
but a dream) (Hard times is all we've seen) Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away From all the blocks where I'm from (Every block
it down for so long I?m ready I?ve been ready all my life I?ve been ready all my life So every thing will be all right
the label backin you, every rap fan knows that a trash can is the only way to package you Find you with a twelve gauge on Pennsylvania Avenue My mental
the avenue Here comes Mike and you look just like him Up and down the avenue Those guys stay up on the party line They make you cry in every way that
all can't stand it Half of the fam split, we lost Tash Keith Dolla Bill, Uncle Pook Seville, and The Bandit My music bump, on every avenue, boulevard,
every avenue and place, and my homies servin hard cause they livin by the day, see I do it for my family and hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the
Spectators line the avenue The players step out right on cue And every night just seems the same Nameless faces play their game The midnight gamblers
hes too busy for me, he comes around a few minutes then leave, things aint the way they used to be, then I met this guy right down the street, and
yes, rushing down the long stairs with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes burning down our throats down the hall down
Because I'm playin you I broke you down to nothing left you crumbling every angle Never-ending story it's like a beginning Given every mediocre trend
