, time is fading My life is changing Hey, hey, hey, time is fading Coming to my senses Hey, hey, hey, time is fading My life is changing My life is
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Boy, check the resume, it's risky business in the A And I been witness to this history Ever since the tenth grade, we went from rockin' braids to ten fades
Knockin niggas on they ass like we evander holyfield (fuckin up the beat is what I'm known for) And the funky little nigga is who this muthafuckin song's for Once upon a time
is determined by how much a man make Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear Under the Fubu is
is dead and not even perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' they cold actin' like heathens when mics is
The hypnotic, the hypnotic The hypnotic, the hypnotic Yo I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona She delt with reality never fed it to the drama
little time out to holler at ya You go get your partners 'cause I?m fit to drop a bug in your ear See what we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah The helluva
I thenk God for my good times [my good times, my good times] Chorus (2x): <krayzie bone:> Good times, good times [we can have a good time..we havin
I take you through my neighborhood raise, where crime pays No Girbauds, no fades, just khakis an' French braids An' my friends is niggas that know what ends is
with the muthaphukkin new But check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch.... Muthaphukka [Sylk] Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak Check
with the muthafuckin' new But check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch Muthafucka Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak Check dat ass last
watch my small time grow to a big city Mo' flow, when the time's no snow, big frontyards to backyards, with the porches, lemonade to the pine tree shade Trunk gangsta fade
watch my small time grow to a big city Mo' flow, when the time's no snow, big frontyards To backyards, with the porches, lemonade To the pine tree shade Trunk gangsta fade
step this way, you're gettin' played out of position So let me give you a little start, check it out Every time KRS-One steps in the jam The party is
to do He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue" Red is the blood of the butchered indians White is anglo-american apartheid Blue is the
motherfucker And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright It's on, nineteen ninety fuck [Chorus:] Now everybody wanna pack a Glock when all the time niggas