the mud The wars on tv, blood on the screen I wish I could say it was all bad dreams Where are we going, can you tell me where It looks like a straight
that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been
love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? My life
where I'm at (Buh, bye) You'd wanna be you too (I'm livin' without you) If you felt the way I feel I bet you'd be in as good a mood as I am But you don
my life's too real check out my ice grill baby im cold as ice I come from Brownsville but my +beds in the stye+ blow la la +Flatten your Bush+ till we
is the pain outside The desert right here is a reflection of my life Just as brutal as I am the sun me and the desert we are one I am a murderer Only
She looked as real as me through the white fog Then she melted down to her ankles Turned into a million watt candle If I knew where she went, I would
if we got our eyes on you, we'll catch you while you snooze, times elapsing while your catching Z's, the masses like to move we scan the situation, analyse
As we were talking outside it was cold We were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter My wife is in the next room we've been having troubles you know
my left foot on a pile of detainees screaming "We are renegades!" Fuck you. Pay me (Jean Grae) Two. Where the fuck...no. Where the fuck is three? (Pharoahe
and savages The only challenge is, did they bring enough to dirt to bury us? Be aware, I hunt with the god as a cerabus Where we're going, don't stress
priest= Where do we go from here.. [where do we go, ] After the storm has cleared.. [beneath the red moon, skys moan] Where do we go from here.. [where
hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen The gates are open, I wanna know where I'm going Is this the place
your aura line (feel you and I) Thinking of a line (that will reel you in ma) Say sumthin cute to the group (where we going yall) Then the cold hand
goin' down You would find yourself going underground When we see that this life is upon us We would see that there is no one that we can trust Beanie
