I've been up, I've been locked down/ Done had to bury some of my realest niggas underground/ Still I pray "Lord Almighty, take me away..." Would you rescue me, rescue me, rescue me/ I said I've been up, I've been locked down/ Done had to bury some of my realest niggas underground/ Still I pray "Lord Almighty, take me away..." Would you rescue me, rescue me, rescue me
Krayzie
When I got in this rap game I got in it repentin' for all of the bad thangs, erasin' my bad name/ Who say' that we can't change? But you know that the world that we livin' in is so cold and so wicked and explicit (Oh is it?) But the people who say that they can fix it are the enemies, don't you listen they're only human/ Pretendin' to be God, Allah, bullshit/ Nigga, you play with The Lord and by the sword you die/ Even now, a nigga with money and power still cannot play with the Heavenly Father/ Nigga, never forget, he'll put you where you at/ He'll put you flat on your ass/ Niggas make a little money and they go and do the same thang/ They forget where they came from, who made 'em and who gave 'em the world/ You wanna think, think, stop, drop, and thank the Lordy Lordy that you ain't hungry no more yeah/ Cauze if you don't he'll take it right back and you're right back where you started with jack shit/ Nigga, you're finished, done with, up shit creek, that's it (Uh oh) And actually, it's kinda fucked up that we gotta face the reality that what goes up sure gotta come back down, nigga that's called gravity, gravity
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Krayzie
It's that same ol' shit in the hood every day when you tryin' to make a livin' on the pave, daily daily/ They six feet deep in they grave and they never comin' back no more/ And like my boy, life destroyed, put to rest too soon/ Death the ultimate doom/ That bloody murder, 187 mo' murda murda/ Close am I for all of my soldiers that died on the line, think about you all the time/ I guess I say I'll see you at tha crossroads/ I'll see you at tha crossroads/ I guess I'll see you at tha crossroads/ So soldier, rest while you sleep/ And every time we blow our weed, puff one for you, in memory/ We dedicate this to all the casualties of war/ We gon' stay strong and we surely keep on movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
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Krayzie
To all of my niggas in them cells (my niggas) if you get that chance to raise hell, rebel/ Ready to riot, gettin' ready to riot
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001)