hollow sounds And I'm yours I'm waiting just behind your eyes Weighed down a heavy heart And a mind grown cold with lies On time Just when you get
Into hollow sounds And I?m yours I?m waiting just behind your eyes Weighed down a heavy heart And a mind grown cold with lies On time Just when you
Isolation only adds To your frustation And it could endanger Your career... [Emma] Just give him time, I ask no more. His work's a crime
in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a gun smoking hot All around the world's where I go Places that only I know Goodfella not gunshotto
it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF [Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on
The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye, nigga I been shot at and stole on No protection from one time, only
regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on
pass it Feel me, still be filthy If making hits is a crime, I plead guilty And this is what we came to do Party, Diddy, Usher, game is through, come on
one behind me I got on the phone Called up the homies to see what went wrong But no time to sweat that I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat
on I bet a no say we stop wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin
this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only
that these girls have landed They're junkies for fun,love life on the run And if things get hot,they will pull a gun Prey on the lame,no shame to the
start rappin', they got no sleep This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat, give me a stage to stand on I know that none y'all ever planned on
P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know so, I'ma drop 'em on ya like this Check it out, to the brothers who put me on
the brake lights Hit the back door, I lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal Blood's on my gear from caps I've peeled
which you teach To the youth on the streets today With the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin' I'm sweatin' heavy 'cos my face is on
kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time I'm tryin' to save my community But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on
