[singer]-oohhhh(hold note). [voice]- tell'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in. [singer]-oohhhh(hold note). [voice]- y'all bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers.
[singer]- take your time young thug.. . Verse one. Pyt, poor young thug, ?. To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town. Lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang.
[fatal - talking]. O.n.s. in this mother fucker. We got the plague in this mother fucker. The pentagon in this mother fucker. . [verse 1 - fatal]. Around these blocks.
Verse one. I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz. Got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz. Servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth.
[After about a minute of mixing]. [Bomb explosions, gun shots]. . (You know what you be?). . [Fatal]. You be like the type that come at me. And shoot one at me,.
[2Pac]. Outlawz keep that rough shit. Outlawz keep that rough shit, baby. Outlawz keep that rough shit. Outlawz keep that rough shit, baby. . [Fatal].
Verse one. I blow'em over wit the club scene. Try don, for my nine thousand thugs. In the clubs, that love green, one step. Behind hussin, dogs the don, me and i'm.
Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal. Got down and made it straight from Uptown. With six sacks and this track that's in the background. Stop stressin' from the chest up.
Who dat? , what? ,. There they go, there they go. There they go. The same motherfuckers,. You know nigga it's fuckin' friday. We doin' it like last friday.
[airplane]- taking off. [singer]- uh no, everyday in every way. . Verse one. Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid. You get sprayed, prayed over and laid down.
Yeah! ha ha ha. Fatalistic error. Yeah!. Come and die! aargh hah ha. Come and die with me!. Die! die! come and die! die! die!. Come and die with me!. .
[Hook: Tiara Thomas]. Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it. But I sure know how to fuck. I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you. I can't promise that I'll be good to you.
My quiet steps. And the sound of being alone. Line my home. Mask the edge of my reality. . Swallowing lament. No more than a fading memory. I cease my steps and lift the rose.
I want to tear my thorn away. The shadow of my end. Once more I see less than yesterday. The vision escapes. . I cry for oblivion. The obscure image embracing me.
I may seem strange to your eyes. But I'm still the same deeper down. Under the surface nothing has changed. You can still recognize me. . My body is torn.
Knowing that I'm all lost now. I have no chance but to turn back. I'll face what I was bound to before. . Whatever the sickness might be. I don't mind.
Even though the rain won't stop falling. and the winds howl outside. I do not fear, for every breath I take. they're losing me. . A faint scent of summer.
Sprung from total emptiness. Inpenetratable and cold. I'm drawn into the gray. And then only darkness. . I can hear the rain again. And feel the fragrance of fall.
Crave...the sound of ocean roaring. The moisture during nightime warmth. . Crave...though rather ill-disposedly. To be the director of your dreamplays.
I feel the melancholy of deepening summer night. And I loathe it. The dark shades of green entangle me inside. The dices falling. . Oh with wounded hearts.