You've never seen us like this before So step out of your normal shoes it time to lose your Mind in this time it crisscross through the lines People
Stone And quicken their dead and quick on the draw Western winds make the dirt gust I still see you when you hear strikes I'ma bust It's on, I've been holdin it down
Yea look at me, look at me nigga Come here, know one thing nigga [Verse 1: G-Dep] I think you need to know I'm holdin it down Wit a hole in this town
to a place that's far, so far away and if that's not enough, Going where nobody says hello, they don't talk to anybody they don't know, You'll wind up
roof tops humm in songs of promise while time ends Locked into demonic rythm with the leaves The trees had the wind huggin them loving them a torturous love Bug in wind
little note so no one would cry for me And that's the way it should be Chorus (2X) Wherever the wind may blow I know that I'll be welcome Wherever the wind
for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this
don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya. So, so peep game At point blank range. The fame can't change what the game maintains. Strange. Wind against the grain
's Pac Chorus: repeat 2X When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down
yeah yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down
yeah, yeah) [Chorus: x2] When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released I'ma clock some cash Did some time locked down but
s decay The blackened wings of hell Finally come unfurled The songs of the birds The glow of the dawn The sights, the sounds Eternally gone Cut down by
, Bleeding, inside out If I had gave in I'd never live that down I wanted to believe in everything I'm after But I was drowning in the hell that I raised
be Fuck so why should we, settle down Leave the kitchen put the kettles down Stop from fillin all you hoes Give up the life of trues and vogues Hell
Cover up your face as the wind bites it, blowing frantically I stop and wonder, "What the hell am I doing here?" I see a group of people in the lobby
peat and again for pete's sakes when will it end? you're swollowing cement 'til you have no wind [Mark the Murderah] Looking at the incense smoke and hell
know God's still black cause every so often i sit and i wonder why i even trip at all cause half are down when i get down the other half wanna see me
