Texty:
Not Long After Down Through Time

hands But he's still right behind me All these heartless fools is steady comin' after my P So many phony niggaz lovin' to hate Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after

stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not

a fuckin' clip Not in the ghetto no more but I do hang Got a black game and it's sittin' on them thangs I kick the game from the street not the slamma

trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not

Long before fish every walked on land, time was turning rocks into sand. Rocks into stone, stone into sand, sand that slips through the hands of a man

Lance-a-lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I

!" Albuquerque! Well, to cut a long story short, He got away with my snorkel But I made a solemn vow Right then and there That I would not rest, I would not

Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered

, break a nigga, show him how we do Take that, eat that, rob and take it to your crew Nothin' new, nothin' new, we not sayin' nothin' new But when the Thugs get after