Nowhere will you be safe All of your faith Replaced with broken promises Never again - trust no one Never again - trust no one Never again - trust no one Never again
will you be safe All of your faith Replaced with broken promises Never again - trust no one Never again - trust no one Never again - trust no one Never again
.A.W.K, Mista Madd) [talking] Say L, hold these keys man What kind of wheels is those brah (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos) Man, I ain't never
blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had a mouth full of fronts Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin blunts Deadly
I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full
scorn A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin' picture my prophecy tha cops are attacking me, on top of me i'm runnin' from tha coppers but never
the jury box (fuck you!) fuck all y'all cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail y'all ain't never gonna see me in this motherfucker again drop that shit em
I tried to move with a cool hand It didn't go as I planned Im full of rookie maneuvers And gestures meant to be grand Ive pulled a bag of tricks one
s a different game Niggas come out the streets Not thinkin' about this dope game ...(?) don't exist Money is comin' fast I wake up every mornin' with this pocket full
the world is full of girls Lookin' out for that love thing The hood's down, we're cruising downtown Just hangin' with my friends The radio's ready to blow
again You're all gonna die just like that! There's only evil in here! [Intro: Trife Da God (9th Prince)] Gucci Don, Tommy Whispers (yeah) Trife Diesel (once again
since I was an adolescent But I never panic in a sesion when I'm bussin' Cussin' like a sailor, With a bottle full of Jagermeister Ready for whatever
grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned Never
[10 second news intro] [KRS-One] That's right, on any beat we sail Don't put your money on bail, put it on full scale Ha hah! Never fail, KRS I'd rather
kissed his wife and slid 'cause he knew the heist was big he put it on his Son that if this war was won he would return home and never again draw his
two Tecs under the bed I'm puttin two inside his head And I'm outta there, on my feet again We are never to meet again Till I'm payin for my sins Now
baby we can blow a zone Because its cats tryin to copy like Kinko's My suits stay creased you'll never see wrinkles Me and my comrades are just like the fashion parade And never
trophy Talk trash and really got a choice like Sophie So O.G. never caught livin the movie Wards real life, just "Being Myself", like Juve I'm full proof
