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I can feel it comin' in the air tonight
Hold on
I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Hold on hold on
The best of yall niggaz
Remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped
A nigga from goin' under
And you wonder
Why I pat you on yo' head and smile
Look in yo' eyes and thank the lord
For my child meanwhile
There's somethin' I gotta show you
And I hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert
And I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on yo' ass
To see what it does to you
When you stand up you'll see
That I'm just showin' love to you
Other niggaz'll put a slug to you
Over your ends
Cats I fucked wit' are real
But hey, those are yo' friends
And just what you got commin'
Sometimes you don't know
What you askin' for
Yet you ask for more
Shut the casket door
This one here, good as done
They thought you was a killer
You swore you'd never run
NIgga died wit' his gun
Still up in the holdster
It's comin' in the air
Yeah, it's gettin' closer
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I see life through many shades
Of greys and blacks
I can take that and hit 'em wit' the
Blazin' tracks
When I make that you fake cats have
Violent dreams
Takes another dog
To be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me
And it won't let go
I can feel the lord pullin'
But he movin' dead slow
Let him know
That amidst all this confusion
Some of us may do the winnin'
But we all do the losin'
It's just who does the chosin'?
Is you goin' up or down?
What have you been provin'?
Just that you a fuckin' clown
Bitching through the bullshit
But never spoke on it
'Cuz I know that deep down
You really don't want it
I would tell you the chance
Of being a child with a father
Born with talent and being able to survive
But it's harder
My balance on the high beams of life
Keep my dreams and strife
That's why I hit these
Mother fuckin' streets tonight
Come on
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There's a lot o' shit that I let slide
It's out of my hands
Lot of niggaz I let ride
But it's not in my plans
That a lot of my mans is not
Seein' through the fog
Families by the truck loads
Fleein' to the morgue
Full moon, aaaooooo, the howlin'
Grrrr, the growlin'
Shhhh, prowlin'
Don't know love, can't show love
That means you gon' meed mo' love
Than a old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talkin' out the side o' yo' mouth
That's what's gon' let niggaz know
What you got in yo' house
Or they lyin' to yo' spouse
Told 'er it was suicide
But you and I
Both know the truth will never die
Listen nigga
You scared, get a dog
But be prepared for the mob
'Cuz you dead in the fog
And that's yo' head by the log
I can smell it in the air
I can tell when it's there
This is hell and we both here
Can you feel it?
Tell me yeah
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