's just a waste of your time hide and hide from the changes you made and then wonder why its taken away one thing to learn lifes ill life might kill
like a drum and it's coming your way Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, badoom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, badoom, bass Yeah that's
on the floor Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor Don't stop keep it moving Put your drinks up Its getting ill It's getting sick on the floor We
with a stupid ass aim 'Cause you couldn't get around the last name So my crossover wins the last game And it's ill, right? Switched up the flow, but it's
shared every place everywhere You touched my life Yeah one day we'll look back we'll smile and we'll laugh But right now we just cry Cause it's so hard
when you got a master plan, but half don? ran Here?s your chance to prove you love me It?s on and stubby, so hot, it?s feeling muggy Do you really know? There?s
master plan, but half don' ran. (No) Here's your chance to prove you love me. (No) It's on and stubby. So hot, it's feeling muggy. Do you really know? Chorus: There's
can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what
don't care if I'm ill or a millionaire The only thing that matters that the feeling's there Your smile's so bright, it's like a grill's in there High off life
An afterlife is nothing to live for Nothing to die for, nothing to fight for If those in this life are not sacred Then nothing that's a part of it is
yourself On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your
South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in the ultimate war Should I ill or do right
Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I
it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin' under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love