to each other in tongues dormant since the Third Moon fell burning from the heavens, and not sweet were the words they uttered. Until at last, with the
t get a breath, I wished for death It hurt my chest when I coughed Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York We love baketball But last summer my boy
feedin tube Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's And make a killin, my words worth worth a million Phonte and LB the last temptation
the children, they at least had to try To figure out the words to Louie, Louie Chorus It's the feel good hit of this endless summer It gets these kids
rest until vengeance was mine [another different instrumental kicks in] [Verse 3: MURS] The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words
can get our freakin on" Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer I'm a bad motha
wise Now the white man lives where our rivers run For now better days have passed We walk the streets of broken glass Our people vanished as snow before the summer
fourth, I watch how these words on a pad'll morph into a rhyme This might get me out the sewer grime Many get stuck, few'll climb They pursue a crime
[Fabolous] Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what
: [Fabolous] Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know
, I watch how these words on a pad'll morph into a rhyme This might get me out the sewer grime Many get stuck, few'll climb They pursue a crime because
slid over the bottle of corona, she sunk back in a sofa Uh, lit a blunt took a puff my mind was still on the last living days of, Shaka Sankofa "Papa