pleased to meet you can I show you around. Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around. This is our shame.
to meet you can I show you around. Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around. This is our shame.
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer,
peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading
worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast was
Pac] Haha, what you say? Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame and
and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle
must hear our plea"} {"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Brothers
with Lucifer, yo, you better cease Cause it's all about peace [VERSE 2: Bret E.B.] Wise but still wonderin, all of the blunderin My soul is drenched in blood
And a dictator smiles at you What you're gonna do When you try to escape But big brother is watching you What you're gonna do When your own flesh and blood
hard to see it We struggle everyday, just because of our skin color But some devils can be blacker, they cold and still ain't your brother It's a shame
We're spinning round on this ball of hate There's no parole, there's no great escape We're sentenced here until the end of days And then my brother there
air, nobody wins here Swore on the population, we fightin blind For sure, we need to stop the hatin, enlightin minds Many die from a tragic death, in cold blood
networks "Hey kid, you hit the top" From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood
must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb It's the dumbest shit, I'mma take it bust your shit Now some rookies trying to show me up Ain't that a shame
messiah I await thee for my time has come to finally meet my Swordbrother" A past full of pictures and greatness on my back It's a shame to die without blood
the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel The hispanic shaft