I didn't start no violence I didn't try to fight it But with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide They say that I incited a riot Face down on the cold concrete
, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the G-o-d Down with the Syndicate posse It's you we rule without a tool Mathematics in effect, it's time
feelin' loose Then the bartender says he's stoppin' sellin' the juice All the bars here close at 1 am so it's time to head out back to the suburbs again
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over This goes out to all the macks in the industry Huh, alright roll the tape (Yo, rest day ain'
time to fly Fly, girl, fly When we locked eyes on your fight Glass separates our minds, and lives We got past! The leaves fall Worries worthless again! Just in time
that I could, Touch of sanity. Lies of concrete. As hard as stone, as cold as steel. Dry bones, broken. Help me, please, I need to feel. Times flies
We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete
] yeah this might sound crazy but I love that time of the month them couple of days your shit float I played you closer even stayed over slept in the cold
One time SWAT's, drop-tops and 'gnac Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat Can't a day go by, one of these villains don't die Won't try to
Sleepy time tea, vote me closer to bigger than Texas times three I lose the coupons for groceries And it would suck (to be) completely equal What stops
would not have been out of place With the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again, only heavier this time With a sense
long sleeve shirts Your freestyles hot though you songs need work Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth Every 16 I drop a concrete verse
with love by Angel girl Let bastards rot in time for all their evil Let bastards rot in time for all their evil Let bastards rot in time No one's begging
like an old friend Come and see me again Good morning heartache You're like an old friend Come and see me again Look up you're in Cleveland again A solid
e yes they record a life of crime. we'll do it again one last time. we'll do it again till they pull this gun from my cold dead hand. living your life
Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired This is for the cold concrete
sleeve shirts and long sleeve shirts Your freestyle's hot though your songs need work. Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth Every 16 I drop a concrete
The cold concrete cuts against her back And her spirit spills with blood onto the pavement Hands tied so tight behind her neck And a silence falls, and
