So when you see me nigga You better holla at me You better beware where you lay Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me We better not find where you stay Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa

Do not be afraid Puts the fear of God in me We saw birth and death Can't we be still What makes you kind From where comes your sparkling mind Was it under the earth? Tied up in a knot Which I forgot you were ever there

Life to lifeless Humanity cover me With the ashes of remembrance I will learn from this pain To eternity The cycle repeats I'll rebuild me There is no darkness without light to teach us of ourselves Death unfolds itself painfully

He lives in you The end of an era One starts anew You know the devil There's a sign in the rain Every now and again It is a symbol of hope In the midst of a catastrophic episode In the hour of death

We're all one step from grace In the eyes of a saint I'm a stranger At the death of every darkness there's a morning Though we all try We're all trying to find our way Said I loved you without hesitation So easy for you to break my foolish heart Now I

New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

The death of a bachelor Letting the water fall Seems so fitting for Happily ever after (woo) How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out The death of me