Cling like so many drowning rats to whats been defined for you as "life" you take the offered hand without a second guess everything you ever learned
men THAT'S, the end [Chorus] [The Game:] I done been to hell and back Left for dead, you know who to thank for that Finished my second LP without a
you held my hand we fucked away the rest of the night take my hand for this is my revenge. for every second lost. this is my revenge, (for every second
time, and you bout to cross The finish line, the finish line {repeat Chorus} {Verse One: Busta Rhymes} And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin
speak my mind, and my mind's telling me that I don't care, I don't care. Nobody gives a fuck about you in this cold world full of hate. I guess I'll
niggas ain't real with this 'Cause nigga roes ain't killin' shit But yo, I guess it's dead and I be givin' you 2 To your muthafuckin' head makin' sure you're dead
.. Oooooh, but im still here. Im still here. Verse 3: Yeah i remember, we tatted are names on our arms for fun. Writin rest in piece for the dead and
bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons So sedation compensates for
last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left I keep they thinkin' second guess and Mr. Unpredictable
up on the over proof, level head the liable And leave ya for dead, fill fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays, I guess
I got A monopoly or misery, I guess that's my lot Ten years of eating bullshit leaves, it's taste in your mouth And I think the time has come for me
I'm sick of picking the pieces And second guessing my reasons Why you don't trust me Why must we do this to one another We are just passionate lovers
NyQuil Givin' a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left open For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin' your death That's the dead
had a jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These evil streets got a mind of their own My pops left me for dead with just the clothes
had a jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These Evil Streets got a mind of their own My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes
guess he'z loving whatz left [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it though it may sound basic going through some bad times while were faithful for
I sure put my new white Nikes to the test The car door slammed And they're walking up the steps I guess life is good with 10 seconds left (AARON!!!???!!!)
.O.C. are always hitting the front page For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a ?(cell pimp)? For
