Last year, I was told by a gentleman You're looking at the best years of your life, kid Well, I guess they they're scheduled settle in Cause anything
the boss kid Heavens the stakes are now even sent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely breathin' slow leakin' look at your
; (Man) You ain't even gotta bring your boyfriend out, This the party of they year, we dancing on the couch; (We on the couch) Let your hair down, baby
jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless nights Firefights inspire my life, why do I write? Twenty-year
I'm 'posed to be, behind bars doing years Or in the graveyard, with my peers Street life, it's hard but it's fair [Lil' O] I swear to God I was the kid
vega make me go def With nothin left But the force that creates life Which is the soul Takes me to the next life Where I will still rock your bone The
I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time) By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses [Chorus: RZA] Older
witnesses If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything I burst like a sea crackin' through the earth, flower blossomin' For your rhyme sickness spittin' anti-toxin best
do is spit it this shit is never a gimmick you listen more than a minute of it Iv been spitting flows since the kid was 6 years old and if u listen close
pay Paul now pay the boss kid Heavens the stakes are now even sent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely breathin' slow leakin' look at your
saren vega make me go def With nothin left But the force that creates life Which is the soul Takes me to the next life Where I will still rock your bone
on camera They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time) By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses
an auction. Tell them we gotta raise some money for the defense. They'll buy everything that she touched. Everything. Your shoes, your dresses, your perfumes, your
Dogs jump out of dooly But it'll take more than that to move me Like; wireless mics for tireless nights Firefights inspire my life, why do I write? Twenty-year
Man) You ain't even gotta bring your boyfriend out, This the party of they year, we dancing on the couch; (We on the couch) Let your hair down, baby,
spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your
Hit your dish drink from distances Bombin' leave no witnesses The street division kid from the, Home of the wasteland Styles bionic, sounds blow holes through your
