revolution with no purpose Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention [Chorus] Crimes of the heart [2x] Looking
'm a sinner, but I win, I'm a winner, I'm runnin da marathon and yall niggaz is sprintaz, I exercise on (??) and massage ma fingaz, I'm lookin forward
to start a beef then, run to the cops When I see you in the street got, one in the drop Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop Taking pictures
Got a .357 that everybody call Cannibal, Russian Roulette Who's next, ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin' man I keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my
the ground. Get on up, look around, can't you feel the wind of change? Get on up, taste the air, can't you see the wind of change? Get on up, look around
let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high [Intro 3] Just Bone and Biggie
alone in this world You look around and all you see is hurt But the light it always guides us If we move with a little trust A diamond don't define
lust, a bust nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs? Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a
to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out Cause only
state of mind baby, check it out [Nas] I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my arch
nigga Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!) Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background! Let 'em know how you've been for a while
take a look around Sounds that shook a town Man it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown When the night is looking down Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the smoothest crook around
a mother fuck if you 100 deep, but ya aint gon fuck with a pitch of me. [Lord Infamous] Time for ho's to get slapped, and tha niggas get stomped, if crunk was a
pack like a nine millimal My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal Importing heroin internash from Senegal A soldier takes a stripes from a general Used the mike of iron or lead You choose your mineral [Chorus A
a Bentley and a house That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits And fake ass playas get a real playa hatin' 'em Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around
down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down [B-Real] Watch out, look out, look out, watch out for the showdown, you better