I look into your eyes, I can smell your hair. Your smile is dazzling, I'm gonna despair. 'Cause I am still walking on the wrong side of the river. You're driving me crazy, you're driving me mad.
It's so much easier to walk away if I wash it down. It's so much easier to look away if I think I look proud. It's so much easier, I like it easier, I'll take it easier, I'll take another round.
What did I do? Nothing!. What did I say? Nothing!. You push bullshit beliefs. Do you want the future you see?. Have you seen me? No!. You turned my heartache into your crusade.
[Verse 1: SPM]. From the hood and I stood on them Houston streets. We stick together like Cuban's links. I had a nine on my waist, guns I straddle. Forty four at the crib with the ivory handle.
(One time baby...for all my G's, for all my G's uh...). . [SPM]. Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times. Still I got thump like the boy Carmine. Hold the block down in my camouflage suit.
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief. Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece. My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers.
Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket. A nigga's knocked it and I fucked him like socket. Cleared his fuckin' ass, 'cause I never play the last place.
yellow faces walking (in) black streets. stuck in the middle of a system with no heart beat. so many.
Everybody come listen up now. Gotta let you know what life is all about. Never be afraid let your feelings show. . Nothin's wrong when you keep dreaming on.
it's not the whistle from a train. it's not the jetting aeroplane. that shakes me, that wakes me. every morning.
We're holding out for something else, you can't give back with all you sell. You gave it up, without love. You're dirty hands and picture frames hold images of broken shame.
i see you fail and i laugh. you took a hit. and you got no backup. you fucked it up once again. i blame you for that. still give you no backup. . i watch it blow.
Opio:. . The hieroglyphics crew mics of the round table. Unstable mc's parade on stage. Like we the best. Get snatched by the dragnet. Lyrics cascade.
It goes one, two, three. That's the count of the immaster mount that's got scrilla. We got the killa Taj. And willa young lady looking sensuous to socialize.
[Intro][jD]. My grandma,. She use to live in this house by the sea,. On the cliffs of the Atlantic ocean,. Tucked deep in Connecticut,. She use to tell me stories that put me to sleep,.
I watched you rising. I watched you sleep. I knew you were just like me. Intoxicated. Oh, struggling to breathe. I heard you whimpering. In the back room.
Keep a watch out behind you from that which can blind you. And die like a dream in a jar. Forewarned if hindsight is all that makes you right. You're running away but you won't get very far.
Riding into town when the sun goes down. And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round. Pacing in place in a backward race. While starting my case to another blank face.
You never grow out of mischief making. You never grow out of taking. You never grow out of complicating. When simple things are waiting. . But I'm growing into you.