: And now the shades are drawn This dark infesting shadows cross the hall and now they?re gone I see this old arcade And rain comes down the gutters
: Sweetness On the rips of your Old Dress Twilight Passed the banks of the Warm Fire Whispers in the dark they hit the trees And they run in to your
scar, Young nation, no revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just
me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry To young
I boss for the Celtics (cash) 200 G's so I can ship or shine (ah hah) And the watch face blue like a New York Giant (damn) And no commercial trap a homie
you ever walked in the shadow of a giant Not only a client the presidito Hola ovito The game getting foul so here's a free throw I was always on the other
his young heart The seed of revolution sewn In cloth humbly worn While others are adorned And he grew into a man Not like any other Just like any other
s a Wu-Tang official right here y'know [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers
And within his young heart The seed of revolution sewn In cloth humbly worn While others are adorned And he grew into a man Not like any other Just like any other
pimp is what you wanna be You're gonna have to learn pimpology Pimpology a pimp's profession Can't be effected by the great depression So if you want to be giant
don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry To young
Kendu and Infinite Brothers stare into my face like I'm a sucker It's too easy to kill another young motherfucker So I ignore it, I turn the other cheek
lookin' at me curious, a young Iraqi kid Carrying laundry, what's wrong G, hungry? No, gimme oil or get fuck out my country And in Arabian barkin' other
violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence It's tough to be young, the young long to be tougher
the real the way I feel How come we call bitches hoes and you call us nigeros? They want to do me like they did stacks What is this young black man doing
Track Masters It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers
When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother