HOOK:] I wanna see more of Him Cause I'm sick of more of me I'm a be like Zacchae In that Sycamore tree I wanna see more of Him Cause I'm sick of more
tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit
screamin peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
couldn't hear the sound Of the E-y-e ringin in the new year Who shall I fear? Comin for the dungeon, grudge not what you can't see They could not decipher
games begin! I'll bring him the choppers (GAME OVER!) - all you see is! [Outro:] Is that nigga real? ! I find to kill him! I know some real! [gun cocks
two wheels of steel, just the basics Feels like I'm Uptown, 136 Take me back home, give me heels three clicks See, I been doin this for more than a couple
light was glowin' dim But he could see by the way she was lookin' at him Tonight would be different, somethin' had changed His lonely heart was feelin' a flame
he came home in the same zone heard his Cousin got his brains blown now that nigga flame chrome they stood on the block all day yo hustlin' llelo to see
when gats flame cause the ignorant mix their wits with bad aim a young brain stormer hit harder than hurricane Carter a mental sparker we can rhyme to see
the ball, but fumbled My Mac carries a rumble Makin MC's tumble I hates a faker as far as I can see em So if you be him, then you get lynched by the Legion
you finally see him Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years And now he has let himself in And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares Though you think you see
hell we make In a year before your kids 10th birthday came You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame [Verse 8: Vinnie Paz
and put a flame to the brush Good with packs, and rips up sacks Put the show in biz, try to give what you get When you let him run free with the thought
a bottle) And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole) Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name) Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame
s a high and then you die You might die peaceful, you might die tragic My life's like magic, rock Bentleys through traffic Before I see a casket I got to see
broken Lings how can we be complete Heads always collided with the brain we could be glidin While we stab him in the back When I see Isrob beside him
