Compete, Compete. Let the blood fill the streets. Hear the cries of the fallen denying defeat. Comply, Comply. You don't deserve to know why. Forced to push on 'til the day that you die.
Help, I need somebody,. Help, not just anybody,. Help, you know I need someone, help.. . When I was younger, so much younger than today,. I never needed anybody's help in any way..
Looks like it's been a long day.. More than you can take.. Walking with your head down,. I can see it in your face.. You look like you need someone. To show better days.
When the chips are down, back against the wall. Got no more to give 'cause we gave it all. Seems like going a distance is unrealistic. But we're too far from the start.
Well, how many times. Are you gonna treat me like you do?. Well how many times. Are you gonna treat me like you do?. . You've got all of my hugging. All of my love to you.
As I lay awake I find. You're resting on my mind. And running through my head. While I'm laying up in my bed. I don't sleep no more. Wonder what I'm living for.
Aiyyo you might see Cam in designer underwear. New reclining leather chair reminders everywhere. How we pull up in whips the minors stop and stare. And when it comes to girls they behind us everywhere.
I thought that you were heaven sent. Your eyes were wide and blinked like capitals. Hadn't noticed yet but you still talked as if you knew it all. . You were the colour in my world and the light in my life.
You know I'm well known like Al Capone. Fully blown like Ton' Montana. In a zone, sittin on chrome. Stoned sippin' on cham-pagna. . Rollin' ganja up in Bible papers.
*Dj Scratches*. . (Bronx Queens). Yeah, Uhh. No Doubt. (Yeah Big Pun). Yeah Yeah No Doubt. Yeah Lets Get It On. Yeah. Freestyles. (Hot 97). Hot 97. Uhh.
Artist: big punisher, eightball, fat joe. . [fat joe]. Yeah (y'all niggaz is crazy). Don carta' bomb harder (we makin a bomb mayne). Terror squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad).
Flying high at the speed of sound. And on the night bus heading out. I call you now. We'll meet on the streets and we'll run around.. Leave everyone behind.
[talkin']. I gotta to say these things!. . [verse 1]. C'mon! I don't gotta words. Clothes and black shoes - My heart has only burns. He became an icon!.
[The Biggie Sound]. C'mon man!. . [verse 1: Biggie Sound]. You see 'em back in the hood. Take a look at how my lifestyle changed up. My money get up. Listen nigga! Her number was up.
You ain't nothing but a hound dog. Been snoopin' 'round the door. You ain't nothing but a hound dog. Been snoopin' 'round my door. You can wag your tail.
- Hook -. . Hold up lil mamma if you like the way I do it. I can definitely come around and show you how this boy do it like. Good God ma show me how you do it like.
Yea yeah, flamboyant entertainment, no doubt. . Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks. Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks. I sex them chicks and send them home.
Nine O'clock turn it on, turn it on and your spellbound. It's a t.v. movie and it isn't a letdown. Now "The Killer" is on, and they're nearing the takedown.
The city is spread, reach to the heavens. This cloud cover breathing the soft and rain. Yes, I'm good looking, oh yes, I have money. Don't it count for nothin' over there, don't it count for nothin'.
I light your world, yes, I painted it with sunshine. But all you see is tall gray clouds. You say your freedom is everything, you need time. But all you really want is out.