n'est jamais mieux servit que par soi meme Conscient que chaque jour que tu laisse Est une chance, j'suis auteur victime a la fois Pour l'ambulance
les buildings As every morning The sun rises up Between the buildings Vers sept heure et demie J'ouvre ma fenetre Toujours le meme homme qui fait son
a walkin' baby Yall niggas is lady-like like a walkin' lady You may not watch MTV or Carson Daly But you can watch them TV's in my car son daily Caught
We're calling all bed-wetters and ambulance chasers. Poor pick-pockets, bring 'em in. Come join the Youth and Beauty Brigade. We're lining up the light
up in they *** mouth and *** it, oh, yeah, I'm thuggin' Strappin' up in the project got me ain't scared of nothin' Keep my name up out yo' mouth and be careful, lil' *** Or the *** ambulance
Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggaz children watch
n' roll no more Just the music of the young And it's apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil 'N' apathy for the son The moon
and found you scrollin' on the pavement Grabbed you in his arms and said, "Hold on, son, you gon' make it" Your vital signs droppin', your hallucinatin' "Somebody call the ambulance
the hood (repeat) [Joe as Beau] My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with But she's always in church, real religious I hadda son he was
the best that I encountered I tried to put the BS past me So we could live in this same house happy But then u stabbed me Ambulance ER don't kno wat
your mom's groceries Little Sam died three months later He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated His name faded, he has a son by this bitch
the night Wake up with my dukes on, scrappin again Cause my life - is just one big fight I remember when my momma used to say it was simple son All you
your body, it's an ambulance charade, They're telling you, Too early with your run, son, Too early with your run. And what you doing with that gun, son
the air like where! The next ghetto I'm gonna run I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talk a sign language, there go, son Walls start to bleedin
s tears fell in vain The afternoon George tried to explain That he needed love like all the rest Pa said, "There must be a mistake How can my son not
five figures [Big Punisher] Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list Pun and Prince, we're walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch
-hearted speech I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell From the bow of William Tell My body lies Kissing the ground Like a cross turned upside down A man bends down and says, "Son