These are our lives But we act like the walking dead With hollow eyes we watch our time Slip through our hands And nothing's ever said No matter what
around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep
a word I've said? The big picture is my dream is dead These are the hard times here to inspire Convenient how it always works out this way The message you'll find, heart
And our hero's will stand strong There is a place only the dead know Real corpses dance and are true to heart It's the making of our story Where in death
black magic And speak to the dead (speak to the dead) Minds fried like bleach to the head From the stuff being preached by the Greeks if you read? Our main attraction is our
our block we still praaayyy) You know what I'm saying (But on our block we still praaayyy) 183rd and ? My Block That's right (But on our block
man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these
them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin
we've waited for this final day of slaughter Our victims are decapitated, their limbs are torn asunder Careful preparation brought our haughty victims down Our forces are
collusion She was martyred to teach That "Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our
neva have to fit in So tryin to keep up with my programs is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it my heart beat slow And right now the tour bus
deep when I'm dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag 'Cause our dudes look like chicks, and our chicks look like dykes
knowin' these broads names.. it's { } the champagne Ya'll niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane.. Who you fuckin' with? {Ja Rule} {01} Ya'll niggas wanna dead
' these broads names, extravengant champagne Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane Who you fuckin' with? {Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita} Ya'll niggas wanna dead
notion That he did live this while But he's dead to this world Carved out just like my heart Soaked up and washed so lovingly Cherished son unconditionally In our
ass Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart
out of the retro And I'm thuggin' in Columbus, yeah, long live the king And the queen, but our whole regime, and a beam From tipsy bitches, flip these
