They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine The sun hits like a bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wide awake Fake bliss, our apologies made Was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

Ashes fly ashes burn The sun is black ain't no return Over and over ain't no need to learn It's all dust on dust It's all you and me Out done completely out played Just shovel some more dirt on the grave The choices you make and the choices that are When

Behind the clouds, the sun is shining Believe me even though you can't quite make it out You may not see the silver lining But there's a big blue sky waiting right behind the clouds When you're feeling lonely, lost and let down Seems like those dark

Oh, it must be love I said whoa, I said whoa Let me hear you say yeah Something got a hold on me, yeah, yeah Believe I'd fly if only I could Sound so strange, sure it's good I said whoa Aha-ho, aha-hey, yeah

I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill This

Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem Dem-dem-dem-dem I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (okay) I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (okay) Ritchie like guy and I still eat Thai Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me

Versace on the floor Ooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Oooh I love that dress But

She wit' it, she wit' it Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin' How she do that with no hands? Come through, throw her the bands In the air, like is you 'bout that action with me? Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me Learned some new