everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by any name A known criminal is sentenced to death
I don't sleep, all you wanna do is Tell the truth, all you wanna do is save the youth, Ice Cube knows Souljah knows, PE knows, they throw death blows
to really live Now it feels like I know death Gotta watch my own steps Wonder my niggaz aint around cuz they all left Pride in the ring contemplating on my own death
On 24s And We Sip On 24s Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci Penny Loafs I Get Money Fuck With Bitches That Get Me Mo Man You Know The Plan Same
man You don't seem to understand that, I-I-I'm ready for ya I-I-I'm ready for ya (2x) So keep thinkin your the man cause thats all part of my plan,
my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three
that I'm on? Can't they see that it's foolish to try to kill me with songs? What the fuck are they, Lauryn? You killing me softly, you talk me to death
suffer And by God they're going to suffer until they suffer their lives away How come so many are willing to say? There is no sense, there is no plan
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects
The rest of my life The rest of my Life, dead presidents, devilishment Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence Death, real shit'll
Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in
potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion
rest of my life The rest of my life [Verse 1: Nas] LIFE, dead presidents, devilish meant Overthrow king thrones just 'cause of their negligence DEATH
only air I breathe Are you lonesome the plate glass summer Don't call it the death of me it's all a plan She's putting the armor on my back Waving the
You said go You said stay Got so confused I tried to do both So I broke out in a sweat Cashed my check And I spent it to death And it's hard to compete
-I-I'm ready for ya./ I-I-I'm ready for ya./ I-I-I'm ready for ya./ So keep thinkin' you the man,/ 'Cause it's all part of my plan./ I-I-I'm ready for
on the sign, the time The philosophy of the warish crime Make a man humble in his prime You can go up, down, or sideways Be on death row, counting the
both his ears to the wall. Facing death every day is a tough job for any man. But his hours are flexible, and he's got a great dental plan. By the way