You seem so far away from here...from me All this time you've been right beside me Though I can not feel you near All I need is one look in your eyes
their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls Unzip that old time religion On the almighty football field Beerbellies of all ages Come to watch the gladiators bleed "Now boys, this
Ya {x4} {Mac Talking} Ay yo yo Check this out Snoop All these niggas always talking about "They looove this" And niggas got looove for you Or nigga I looove this ride or this
My friends all tell me To leave the memories behind But I cannot forget So easily this time I have no tenderness Reserved for someone new I gave it all I gave it all
flow from Bone thugs, its your time Nigga, we the best! Listenn! Representing all the ghettos across the world, Nigga we ghetto! We from the hood! We do this
a loner, I was just a loner) (But I told them haters) "Look at me!" (I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams) (I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big
side, as a carcass I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets And
It all seemed so idiotic, all the accusations of unpatriotic The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence Election November before the winter
y'all niggaz in fractions Four-four seen the future we battlin' all laws Verse Three: Sheek Luchion Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi this
man? 20 years Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got caught up on some serious shit. I'll be out in 3 years. You ever thought about escapin this
that far Just to drop me off here Y'all keep arguing about religions While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible Y'all all out to miss the last
hearing me (We about halfway through the road) This goes out to the lonely streets (We got about another hundred years to go) And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
decade, times ten. Ten decades, one hundred years. Ten decades. And the first ten started going so much faster, Than the whole one hundred years before
it gets stranger every year More news from nowhere Yeah, more news from nowhere I turn another corner I go down a corridor and I see this guy He must be about one hundred
heat Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock this
jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
