it go Oh, let it go Oh Oh Try chasing it down, try chasing it down Try chasing it down, try chasing it down It don't wanna be found, it don't wanna
is foul when I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But its hard when they hate us and think
McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw It's the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw - listen... [DMX] Niggas I
waiting Ask the Lord for the comfort And strength to face it All the kids with dreams Won't get the chance to chase it Makes me sad Think about the
logic or rationalization. In my opinion, it's often fruitless, but always... well, not always. The clocks and calendars, it's just... time. Our little measurements. It's always chasing after us." "It is, it
in a jail. It was Frank and Jesse James that killed many a man, But they never was outlaws at heart; I wrote this song to tell you how it come That Frank
Dying while they're waiting Ask the Lord for the comfort and strength to face it All the kids with dreams Won't get the chance to chase it Makes me sad
like a priest you was Todd Browning?s freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I?m sure you?re not protected, for it?s plain to see
while they're waiting Ask the Lord for the comfort and strength to face it All the kids with dreams Won't get the chance to chase it Makes me sad Think
There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed
heard the dogs at night Somewhere on the hill Chasing some poor criminal And I guess they're out to kill Oh there must be shackles on his feet And mother
/registration "WHAT THE FUCK" is my name "WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught a flashback like
lie Let's work it out Yeah can we get together Let's work it out Come on lets get together Let's work it out Yeah get yourself together Let's work it
business I know he's gonna hate me, I gotta call'em what up dawg, what you been up to Oh yeah, well that's cool, check it out me and you, we been down
off and toss it in the sky And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel People in my city,
window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, eat your head Bumping into bones cuz I need light Tip-toeing down through your windpipe Climbing down
my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it
