[Chorus] There's moonlit skies in the middle of the night It's so surreal but it don't seem right Look into the light with all your might and sprite Take it to new heights, you're ready for the fight
[Aceyalone] They start to swarm you, they never warn you Jumping all on you and tryin' to harm you If I was you which I'm hardly not I'd tighten up game so I never get caught again On again, off again, in again, out again In the streets, in the pen, life's a whirlwind Wife or girlfriend or just a mistress Momma, daughter, grandma, the wife or sista You can't resist it, you can't deny it You can't reply, ya can't lie, ya can't get by Ain't shit funny with a blinded eye? I find it I just wanna scream mutha fucka die
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[Aceyalone] Itty bitty footsteps, aches and pains You wanna stake the claim Someone should fake the game Your indian dance don't make it rain But it make it little harder try to break the chains It's all the same, it's all in vain All-City, all-state, all Terrain But all somebody's wanna make a name But it's all in the famly and all contained I hope this dope don't kill you fast Skills won't last, still in the past Roll in the fast lane til' you crash Now put your hands in the air, feel the blast What's the conclusion about the solution pollution I'm still trying to figure it out But I'm cool down here boss, whatever the cost I'mma still keep diggin' it out
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[Goapele] Your showing me what I see (what I see) It's not how you sadden me (if it ain't real) I'd rather be miserable (and know where I am) Illusions never sound, so derive
[Aceyalone] Now ron law sound so raw I hit the mic swiftly and clown all y'all Now all y'all wanna all choose sides I refuse to lose, now who's gon' die? Not me, I'mma live forever I'mma keep it together, do the weather with a feather in my hat However if you know any better You know I'm a veteran I'm clever and I will be back Im on my own, and so is you And everything I'm telling you is oh so true It's all so new and old school too I know somebody's listenin' but don't know who Talk is cheap and life is cheaper You up to ya neck but it still gets deeper Check your beeper, check ya watch Check ya phone, make sure ya two ways on Hold your horses and let em' run Let em' out the gate and have some fun Pick you a throughbred and be number one And pick one more and ride off in the sun
[Chorus] - 2XTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
