to their words, don't you ever believe no hope - I can't believe NO HOPE what's left to believe in? believe what I can see, believe in hate, believe
packs Doin life on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the
a life of skin covered in scratches Looking for the light but I could never find the passage Tension stress pain yeah you best believe it Nose bleeding from my false way to believe
feel! Don't believe it Because you are trying to deceive me, bastard! That this place of glory Now shows me hostility and my worth Trapped inside this ice
put them ropes up! Don't act boo believe me I'll smack you Now nice girls come on and let the trap through My ice varies, canaries in the raw I got niggaz
place to hide Here we stand under of cover the moonlight Oh, the prophecy was bound to fail Here we are, nowhere to be found We're trapped in another
t front! No, I can't believe this funk Got a blacklash as long as some happy ass Clown, frown, Uh I get down In the trenches underneath the underground Under
now, you'll die later I been nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta Ready to clap, everybody givin' me gats 'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the traps
them packs Doin' life on the roc ain't nothin' fuckin' with that Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground Where I'm from all my niggas they from under
no doubt, the world Shocker Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell You boy, you gots to chill Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice
be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of cascade heights Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice
shines the electric eye Supernatural king takes earth under his wing Heaven's golden chorus sings, hell's angels flap their wings Evil souls fall to hell, ever trapped
jail No wonder everybody always said that I would fail Chorus x2 I found myself locked in a cell and I was just another number The thin ice was cracking and I was sinking under
she said, 'lt's my goddamn hour-need.' [Roxie Hart] Now he shot off his trap I can't stand that sap [Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp