men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King Kong, my verse making the world sing My heart's on the sleeve for Your face is just like mine Peeking from bars hoping
niggaz might snatch yo' necklace And next these niggaz might jack yo' Lexus Somebody tell these niggaz who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
the truth! This is straight life but, ah, somehow we go ona?¦ We go on because we would like to think there's hope. But that's a lie, there ain't no hope
Every nigga round me playin' married Or payin' child support I can't cope Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will And that's that, sport, sport
bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I ***** back, **** gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death
up, your maker is your breaker (And it's so, real) Doomed! If you been to a funeral before you felt the Grim Reaper in the room - cause (Death comes
kill us So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan QB before the Roc had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef Had streets locked
time behind enemy lines So I got mine, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You want beef I hope ya (Got
got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope ya ("got
retired, I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin', "Murder, she wrote" like Chaka Demus and Pliars Just walkin' the streets death can take
in the heart of south, proven over and over again thats why im hard to doubt, plus im young money 'till the death, i took the carter route im more than ready too, hope
. (Repeat refrain) (Translation: The bright days of my youth (In honor of my father and mother) Looking back over my youth I see I was contented Without knowledge of death
perfect love When I see you With your last breath I see love Through your death I see love I see peace in the eyes of the king I see hope in your suffering
, after we crash your car. Hoping fast that my arrow, hits the mark, so you know who we are. Please keep the reporters at bay. This a matter of life and death
anything The solution to peace isn't clear the terrorist threat Is a modern fear there is no future for the youth There is no hope for the young death
The solution to peace isn't clear The terrorists threat is a modern fear There is no future for the youth There is no hope for the young Death destruction
was next to go Boy, I really wish they'd cut it out They wasted everybody on my block There goes the neighborhood They'll zap you with their death ray