Pay the man We've been standing out here way too long The gates are closed Tall grass, and grave plots shall stand alone It's safe to say These graves
No! "Hallelujah, hallelujah!" Lock up the gates to wisdom Hallelujah, hallelujah... Too late! I've found the kingdom... Hallelujah, hallelujah! I see a band of angels
Since B.Street (What) Hood Niggaz Need Ben Wallace To Block Shots But Young East The Beast Will Make The .45 Pop Lock Do The Snake On Them I Blow Out
well how the fuck I find Game? I studied this rap shit, still a "Hundred Miles and Runnin'" Still makin Aftermath classics You might catch me out in traffic
now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son my girl moms and I moved out
a mask Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag Two peeps shoot on he still got his rag Gangbangin forever he still got his swag Let me catch you in Los Angeles
in the crib Laid to rest me head Say some rhymes to angels Hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down Outta
me, pussy boy don't try Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son 'Fore we find out where
, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (repeat 2X) [Bonifucco] Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and
be my fallen angel Ah-oh ah-oh It's the golden ratio Ah-oh ah-oh It's the golden ratio So they play in my mind Took a bit out of time Understand but
will finally know the way out of here. And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked. And I'll climb out that tree
: There's a man holding a megaphone, he must have been the voice of god. The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. They must
: With out ever knowing, don't waste no time Got a face like an angel and the devil in my eyes Come in closer, step over the line So I can take your
away from heaven But look out angels guard the door We all choose pain if pleasure is ordinary Then we beg for more and more and more Oh lock me up in
in the city it's do-or-die [Daz] Dem wonder why me violent and no really understand For de reason why me take me law, in me own, hand Me not out for
sun... Listen. You have your own room to sleep in, I don't care what you do. I don't care when. That door gets locked, that door gets locked at night
: I try hard To put you out of mind Every night alone I'm thinking 'bout you How can I avoid this Pain without you? I won't cry I won't be sorry no