Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

When the weight comes down And the weight comes down Afternoon, see a guy with rubies on his head And he's shifting like shifting like he was dead And he's hearing something, she never said On his way back home, under his bed In the night there's a girl

Who let you down? I don't wanna cause you pain When it comes to me, I don't wanna cause you pain I'm tryna take away your pain Don't wanna stay but you won't go now If he ever took that opportunity to break your trust I hate him, it's gon' come around

La la la la la la love And I won't be made a fool of Don't call this love La la la love If you could envision The meaning of a tragedy, ooh You might be surprised to hear it's you and me When it comes down to it You never made the most of it, ooh

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

My father's eyes. I looked into my father's eyes. When I look in my father's eyes. Bit by bit, I've realized That's when I need my father's eyes. Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes Coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain Coming round the mountain when she comes She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it

Let me hear it now We all come in from the cold We come down from the wire An everybody warms themselves To a different fire When sometimes we get burned You'd think sometime we'd learn