I don't remember much about bein born But I do remember this, I was conceived on February 10th Complications detected in my early months of ballin' Around
[Verse 1] I got a problem how you do that there It's been thirteen years and ain't went nowhere Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit And aint
[Scarface] Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit' Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed Put another notch in the game You watchin' the range,
[Scarface] It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
[Scarface] Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... you better watch ya
We've flown to the moon But have we missed the boat along the way? We reached for the stars But are we that far removed from the cave? We've got radios
This world is moving much too fast They're race babbling This world is moving much too fast The end?s unraveling Man's production Life's corruption World
Ambush (Intro) Ok, listen up! I think we're being setup for an ambush. I think there may be strong enemy forces over in these buildings over here. (Hey
Get up! (Chorus) (Son Doobie) We steppin' out, don't have me pull the weapon out. Get it out, where you at? What you reppin' now? Up in the club my
He's runnin' in a short race, shoelace untied Head down, facial expression he can't hide Kid with no direction, seems confused A victim who spent years
Oww, Luda! I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on eBay Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays Speakers get blown
Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss My cuete's loaded, it's full of balas I put it in your face and you won't say nada
Last of a dying breed Last of a dying breed Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers I'm from even
this used to be a place where we could walk the streets unrestricted by imaginary fears things didn't seem to be so complicated then til you polluted
I was only nineteen the morning you were born With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own Barely a woman with only a song I sang to keep you
Son los ecos de mi tierra El sonido de mi tambor Son los ecos de mi tierra El sonido de mi tambor Lo que corre por mis venas Y que sale del corazon Lo