claws are too sharp I've seen that dead look before To paralyzed to move Don't try to hold me back 'Cuz you're so afraid to move The same thing that keeps me alive
alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive
job that's killing you Killing you Little by little by hook or by crook Never living earnest, never get judged I don't know where it is I should look
Push your knuckles up and dance with it I'll shut down cops, steal they badges Off of 'Operation Kill Da Wabbit' PPP niggaz be jackin' cabbage Looked
book, pray to God Look inside to work it out Show the love, lose the hate Work it out, work it out Stay civilized when they try to kill my high I try
and a look that's knowing If I say get on the bus, baby girl its on Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing Trees
no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look
the clan Come follow the man with the plan in his hand so we expand Do it again, and again, try to kill me I'm alive like makaveli and my girlfriend's
to survive in South Central A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental No, you can't find the shit in a handbook Take a close look, at a rap crook Rule
I'm cheesin '96 is the killin season Murder murder murder Kill kill kill (3x) Murder murder murder murder... Geah, come on I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
return for a long long time i get angry as i watch see him wait only half alive so patient there looking at his toes picking at his fur watching the trees
when I looked into his eyes It's like you're looking into a mirror Know that it's so good to be alive It's good to be alive It's good to be alive It
Please don't chase this It's too late, you won't wake this I got my hi tech radio wreck, 45 to keep me alive My head's down we're outta this town where
in to another lady cop He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her Looked around good and expectations
Earl, my gosh Ronnie Milsap could shoot better than you You gimme, I said, "Gimme, gimme that gun" Look out, look out, [Incomprehensible] I think I killed
hands Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under
other half was alive we woulda got kill 'Cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill Plus I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me Looked
