uh.....sometimes...
sometimes you just know, you just know. Thats all.
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I can feel it coming in the air tonight, hold
on
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, hold on...
hold on
The best of yall niggas remind me of myself when I was younger,
when it was hunger, that stopped a nigga from goin' under.
And you wonder why I pat you on your head and smile,
look in your eyes and thank the Lord for my child.
Meanwhile, somethin' I gatta show you, and I hope you can take
it,
gotta leave you in the desert and hope that you make it.
Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to ya,
when you stand up you'll see that I'm just showin' love to ya.
Other niggas'll put a slug through ya, over your ends,
cats, I fuck with it real, but hey, those are your friends.
Cause what you gat comin', sometimes you don't know what you
askin' for,
yet you ask for more; Shut the casket door.
This one here, it is done,
you thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run.
Nigga died with his gun, still up in the holster,
It's comin in the air, yeah, it's gettin' closer.
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I see life through many shades of grays and
blacks,
I can take that and hit 'em with the blazin' tracks.
When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams,
takes another dog, to be able to hear my silent screams.
The devil got a hold on me, and he won't let go,
I can feel the Lord pullin', but he movin' dead slow.
Let Him know that amidst all this confusion, some of us may do
the winnin',
but, we all do the losing, its just who does the choosin'.
Is you goin', up or down,
what if you've been proven, just that you a fuckin clown.
Been seein' through the bullshit but never spoke on it,
cause I know that, deep down you really don't want it.
I woulda traded the chance of being a child with a father,
for a talent, and being able to survive when its harder.
My balance on the high beams of life, keep, my dreams at strife,
that's why I hit these mother fucking streets at night.
Come on!
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There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cause
its outta my hands,
lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans.
And a lotta my mans, is not seein' through the fog,
families by the truck load fleein' to the morgue.
Full moon, ahooooow, the howlin',
grrrrrrr, the growlin',
shhhhhhh, the prowlin'.
Don't know love can't show love,
that means you gon need more love than a old thug, but hold up,
roll up.
Talkin' out the side of your mouth,
is whats gonna let niggaz know, why you died in your house.
Why they lied to your spouse,
told her it was suicide, but you and I, both know the truth will
never die.
Listen nigga. If you scared, get a dog,
but be prepared for the morgue.
Cause you dead up in the fog,
unless your head but a log.
I can smell it in the air,
I can tell, when it's near,
this is hell, an' we both here,
Can you feel it?
Tell me yeah!
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