your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, Peace or annihilation "Imagine" Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us
if they used us 'Cause if they used us And they abused us And they abused us How could you tell us How could you tell us That we were wrong? That we
Motherfuckers you see hangin around liquor stores Turn that shit up like nothing That Sisqo and shit, y'know that O that O.E. The bullet, the bull drop
fucked like last night I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic 'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read Is when I buy my gun from it How many bullets
eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night
ceilin' at his baby mom's home These narc's are watchin' us Undercovers on the rooftop Prepared and bullet proofed up Jurassic blowin' cruisers up fatal They got us
beam of your sun that banishes winter Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us
W.C. Yo in the lobby of the hotel, it's off the hook They got no more rooms cause the shit all booked But last night I'm wit Wesley Snipes Gettin drunk
town Quicker than a bullet or a knife Falling ain't no fun, when you're on the run Honey we was runnin' for our life When Stagger Lee had drunk his
am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once Been in the shoes of a wolf in a night
w.c. Yo in the lobby of the hotel, it's off the hook They got no more rooms cause the shit all booked But last night I'm wit wesley snipes Gettin drunk
dead And the cycle of sacrifice unwinds So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come, dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you And the night comes
t nobody fuckin wit us Ain't nobody fuckin wit us [Strick] Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic So last night, I forgot to drive drunk
of your sun that banishes winter Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close
no bust, riding on 94's and the game to us Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there
. Da Ranjahz [Half Dead & Mais]) [Jay-Z] Come on...life...death...here...gone...Yo If I should die don't cry my niggas just ride my niggas bust bullets
In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, i dance my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against
an empty hallway broken window, rainy night I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready for a fight People crying hallelujah While the bullet leaves the gun