m gonna meet up with my friends at the record store And we?ll be driving till its late at night Sixty thousand miles isn?t far enough Just close your fucking eyes and drive
in that muthafuckin' coma (Chorus) Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger drive slow [drive slow] Where beggers and gangstas pass Women and
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your
cough up A hard rock, a soft fuck Get caught up and get washed up, In Detroit or Northfolk, When it's disrupt and nauseas, Look deep in my eyes, see Many
should be thankful and your carelessness, it is something awful. No I can't just let you go and though your father's name is known, your decisions now are yours
, And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was. And my word does nothing against the feds, So my eyes stay red as I chase
inspiration She wanna be complimentin my swag And everything she got, she work for it, good life made for it She take pride in sayin that she paid for
: Iced over, close your eyes. Whisper the flame, it takes us higher. Seems our world is closing around. When I'm inside you, you bring me to sacred
: Iced over, close your eyes. Whisper the flame, it takes us higher. Seems our world is closing around. When I?m inside you, you bring me to sacred ground
Wash yourself with their blood Drive into the raging current of time Swing your murderous weapon into the belly "the earth" Shout and start creating confusion Shed your blood for pleasure And what? For
your self in their blood drive to the raging current of time swing your murderous weapon into the belly "the earth" shout and start creating confusion shed your blood for pleasure and what? For
I cuss for fun Too cool to have to buss a gun I don't have to duck and run I could fuck a bum up quick But that's some tenth grade shit And it's all about
nothing but trouble And now I'm taking this time to bust your bubble Your arrogant conceited your stuck on yourself And bragging nearly every time you open your
it now, do it now, do it now Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes Picture me
your eyes on the prize Cause the ride gets tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies And
