She got down on hands and knees One ear against the ground Holding her breath to hear something But the dirt made not a sound tonight Echoes of songs
: She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground, holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound tonight echoes of
. Please get me out of here. Kill to cover up my fear. Waiting in this shallow grave. Pretending I'm so very brave. Don't know what the reason why. Have
She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground, holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound tonight echoes of
Every time I grib the mic, it's with the sole intent To rip shots an' give you 2OO percent Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt Tired of bein' on the the run
of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my
and understand But withstand, is it 'cause I'm a rich man Or just to try to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand But no matter what the reason
Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war Half of y'all niggas livin' a lie Only reason you switchin
Only reason I dissed you in the first place Was because you denied seeing me Now I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back
: Listen I promise to be Nuttin short of a G Never beg for mercy, never seein me flee Got blood on my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life
trust Don't play games, it'd be dangerous if you fuck me over 'Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show ya what it's like to hurt 'Cause I've been treated like dirt
words now you worship me The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G (Bizzy) Hell sent they call me RIP for a reason I'm on a road to
or mini mansion/ Side kick, mobile phone, free, flip like Kurt/ I'm sort of religious, superstitious, but I ain't scared to flirt/ I'm from the dirt,
like The Bone And you can put your radio on without you hearin' our flows Ten toasts, to the earth, match for everyhting it's worth 'Til I'm dead and in the dirt
't my fuckin' family You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha Nigga in black standin' right here next to ya I'm stoppin' muthafuckas from breathin' Just gimme a reason
That's why I move the real chickens So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw shit Cause