Man it is what it is,. Can't understand a man if you ain't lived what he lived. Roaches in the crib, Ain't got no food up in the fridge. Plus the crime running' rampant and it's screwing up the kids.
Yo, ayo there's war on the street. Blood on the cobblestone. I leave them buried alive just like a fossil bone. Body bags line the streets, reporters reporting.
He spares no one, he was forgotten. But he was somewhere. So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah. So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah.
Sé que no es fácil andar. Y que algunas veces me cuesta esquivar. Las balas que vienen de pronto y sin avisar.. Dame dos segundos, déjame respirar.. Recógeme del suelo,.
Let's stop and talk on a slow street. Your guy is cross-eyed and muttering. Looks at me like "now who the fuck is he?". And I tell you man I wish that I knew.
Baby let's cut down the lights. I just really wanna let this fire run bright. I'm just telling you to have an open mind. Just imagine us. . You're taking me there, you're taking me there.
I've got a sick feeling, it's tearing through my skin. I'm so deranged, this feels so strange, I hear it crawling within. . Take me from this place, why do I feel this way?.
Everyone can see that you're all wound up inside. worried bout the ins and outs not giving yourself some time. burning that candle from both ends 'till there's nothing left at all.
Somehow I'm not gettin' through to you. For you don't treat me like you used to do. I see a far away look in your eyes. And I'm afraid that we're saying goodbye.
Você com revólver na mão é um bicho feroz (Feroz). Sem ele anda rebolando e até muda de voz. (Isso aqui, cá pra nós).. . É que a rapazeada não sabe. Quando você entrou em cana.