Fuck the nostalgia And fuck all the stories Fuck those who speak of the old days of glory If you're one of us, know that you are one And if your not
and Krayzie They would have just left them hailin And there were shots in the melee It was never to protect myself little Layzie got em baby! And I pop
' daily Good thing Wally see me and Krayzie They would have just left them hailin' And there were shots in the melee It was never to protect myself Little Layzie got 'em baby And
s where she would be next Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex They lied and denied visits from her lawyer But she was buildin as they tried to
fuss and fight Give me true love baby, I need a true love You can't handle a true man I got a true love baby, I need a true love Someone treat me right
and Nore and all the left wreck A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be Young, rich and famous
by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home One punk came and went Had to fire the
the bar, it's all a mirage I even ignored my true calling from God Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona Surrounded by models and owners, and
til the end So now in some way some things went wrong we started to fight, and we couldn't get along I tried to make it good but it seemed so bad I tried
and yo boys at big boy Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly holocust You tried to make peace not knowin' I was strapped He tried to give me dap and
o' bullets decided to find a fight Life is scattered in directions brotherly connections Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction I hope for the best and say a prayer and
it was Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling And shit wrong wit balling But my soul is just steadily falling And the sex and the dead, and
hand And when the power hungry strike They strike the poorest of man And if you dare put up a fight They'll come and fight for your land And they'll
, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil
, we shared a vibe that was true And it was plain to see, it was plain to see. Oh yeh I did not want to face the truth You said you had a man And you
and outlawed wander Hither and yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and
comrades tried and true let traitors squail and fear the wrath of honest men who rise again to smash the devil's throng we march and fight to death or
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged