I want to be overcome
But I can't, I am numb
I want to see what's become
Close my eyes, bite my tongue
If you'll believe in me I'll try not to die
If work keeps me living its got to start giving me life
Not just trife
I'm so tired of living here
I'm so tired of giving here
(x2)
I want to run and be free
But I can't, I'm so weak (yeah)
I want to hold you again
In my arms, my old friend
I have just one more chance to feel
What is real
I can't keep on going I feel my mind slowing
My heart's torn apart
I'm so tired of living here
I'm so tired of giving here
(x2)featuring Ty Knitty and Gambino
Intro: Havoc
No doubt!
Yo yo y'know how we did on The Infamous album right?
Aight we gonna do it again son
(Havoc)
Yo
Laid up in the cut watch these rap niggas fuck you up
Thick as shorty guts get the men to set you up
It's the most trifle 44th Side disciples
Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour
Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you"
The Infamous got PC for days
We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit
Kid, we down shit
Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique
9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's
Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD
I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin
Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again
Songs about 'We all around the NC'
Cop the E series, jealous ones envy
Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie
I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that?
(Prodigy)
To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figurin P
was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly
guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly
Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out
Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout
Mobb niggas to the exit, we out
(Ty Knitty)
9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse
QBC on the L-I-E sippin Hennessey
and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy
Eyes f