Lyrics:
Everyday is the same thing, another kid shot down by the gang-bang killa
On the prowl just sizin' up as the body counts keep rizin' up, yeah
I
the dive
All it takes
Is all I can give
All my waking hours just to see you live
You behind closed eyes
Behind closed doors
"First thing tomorrow"
[ VERSE 2 ]
Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first
Be showin the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin, but not the best of T
From
Of a lemming running into the sea
I'm talking premeditated, first-degree murder
By you of me
And
I'm gonna die making love to you
I'm gonna die making
to feel
And all the plans we made
And all that mattered was our love
Sealed with a ring
Engraved
As the yeards went slowly by
And all these things
on the strip, rep thugs on the street
Digga Digga, first name Rashia
Rock the mic crazy, wouldn't wanna be ya
Had a nice wing since my early teens
Now I'm grown
These are our last tears for this century
Don't blame them on me
This is our first, and surely, our last
Attempt
To earn what we've spent
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there in the balcony in summer air
See the lights, see
me, what I keep a pistol for
I said, "without it, I feel naked as a stripper pole"
That's how it is when you were raised by some triple OGs
The first
doing it like I do it
[Verse 1: Big Syke]
From the first day of birth it was like we was cursed,
For our destiny to ride away in a hearse
Unseen
doctor doctor help me please
I got this problem come over me
And I just can't shake it (I just can't seem
to shake this thing off up me, now help me)
Hey, hey
When I wake up in the morning
Before I style my hair
The first thing on my mind
Is I hope he cares
And every single evening
Before I
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
done swoop me up about twelve fifteen
What's the first thing to do but find that weed
In that sedan de ville cadilac wit' the gangsta lean
I gots to pop
to Harvard
I pray me and your momma had true love
And that we showed by example what it’s made of
I pray that I made you rich
But if I ain’t give you all you
capable of great things
Don't let your circumstances [?] your advances
Be aware that [?] first glances
[?] and make that motherfucker rethink
Break
HAVE KNOWN YOU WELL SINCE WE BOTH FIRST MET, WE WERE SO MUCH YOUNGER THAT I DID NOT CARE, BUT THINGS YOU HAD IN YOUR HEAD THEY'VE NEVER MADE SENSE
First class, yeah I flew
To you baby, to you baby
To Paris over-seas, your curves are a tease
I sin baby, I sin baby
Tell the lord I sin, by kissing
haven't then you know you really oughta
I was worried so I went to see the vicar
But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper
Dear
of the plans that these pigs done put in place
In order to amongst other things to control the world population
See, now it ain't no coincidence that a lot
I wouldn’t say I’m from the trap but i drunk from the tap
My life won’t by the water
If life was a motherfucking drink machine that bitch stayed out
I fell in love for the first time again
I kept a secret and called it my friend
Touching your arm at the tow path's end
Sinkin' my teeth in your
Aaayyh
Okay, everything’s gon’ be okay
Well, at least that’s what they say, yeah
Just taking it day by day yeah
I know you want me but babe, yeah
I can’t
emotion in your heartbeat
When your hand is held in mine
We’ve been taking things so slowly
Oh but now it’s time
Chorus
Wrap me deep in your love
In
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