Lyrics:
a second, just breathe
Let the pain pass
Slip into death like a warm path
Free your soul
Start watching through your pores
As your face goes
Cold and your
To all my people on the right
All my people on the left
From the back to the front
Shout it loud to your death
Maranatha (come and get me)
All rise for
in ten seconds flat
The whole brawl began from an innocent matter
When aunt Flo thought Eugene said "she looks a whole lot fatter"
She knocked him
I land on the concrete with bloody pants
Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance
Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund
My p.o.
my pack and its jet
Fueled by my dark past I hold contrast ain't no contract
On a mission I cant fall back but they fall flat
I show no remorse yeah my
eagle I love this thug shit
(chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing
the second time (everybody on the floor)
(Everybody on the floor)
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break
on his car like ten o'clock
Send a opp
Long as my Amiris got this torch in 'em
Avenge your man's death and your ass gon' be in the morgue with 'em
Ayo,
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
with a weapon, the whole world will stop for a Second, cuz homie
Im out here trying to get it, i got no time for games
If you aint got that on your
shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint
That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like
when we wake up in the mornin'
We race out; but first blow the place out
It gets outrageous; to all my thug niggas, throw your sets up
And spit y'all
call an earthquake, gotta reach in your couch for change, 'fore you make changes
I'm changing phases, like the moon I'm so high in the sky I'd die if I
line between us and losing
Everything in a second
Hopefully get the message
Only thing that really matters is to love yours truly
We're mirror images
Wake up in Paris
Don't tell your parents
That we snuck into the hotel lobby floor
We end up parished
Dead with our friendships
Cops are all around
Bodies be droppin' down around Queens
By different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
The seams
The end of the drama center,
times when my life's inside a trap
Why is that? The same people that say your rhymes are phat,
Would rather see you lying flat with that knife inside your
the street
Remember what you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize
The face, your own face
Straining to get out from behind the glass
Shawty what you drank?
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all
Crawling you come to this place
flat on your face
Weakened to dust by the process of life
Pleading and groaning to live by your own means
You'd Kill,
to science
Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark
You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark
I'm sober
brainwashed so it’s not your fuckin fault.
Cuz we was taught
By somebody who thought they knew it all
Who knew it all (2x)
(Chorus)
Since I was
Put your glass up in the air and toast the Kid of Youth
Cuz he's the only one to do this type of shit up in the booth
Best believe there's no one
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