no one ever seems to find out. End of time, (of time) your a fool walking in haze. End of time, (of time) can't you see you're losing your Faith. Stick : Time
reason for the dirty looks? Yo, check my name in your books Seem like every time I slap on my Starter cap And step for a breath of fresh air I end up
t go on, it's time to drop a few bombs Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school Yeah, it's time spread the jewels I ask you about Malcolm and you tell
bring forth rain to smother pain flames and then the sun gon' shine no matter what the docta tell you only the lord decides when its the end of your time
end is near, then send it here (together) I'm outta sight like a sattelite And that's alright Chorus: [Singing Sample] Everything's alright (x2) [Together]If the end
At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? It's showdown time, throwdown time Safety off, four pound time
Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already
(c'mon) everybody come see the greatest show everybody come,everybody come,everybody Verse 3:violent j & shaggy 2 dope (violent j)-next time it strikes
in black clothes creepin from the back dont Know how to act black blankets full of macs I usem as nut sacs and full body Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end
and a fothamukin fo fo cant pack a piece too often end up having another suckas guts hanging off and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P. reeping off the fits doing time
me sippin' over ya? Never, how ya figure I'll be cryin' over yo ass like a baby face nigga? Bitch, you better be glad, I got 3 strikes Because back in
's payed up front, black connection's Givin' a party you got's to bring yo own blunt I wonder if I'm a last to the end of time Or will my face end up
all placed by command They are ready to strike We live and we'll die By the lies to believe Try to escape from this suicide dreams Or past time will
Mercenary battalions Are poised to strike us down Terminations conquest Upon us now full grown Save me, my heart's open wide Help me, no question of
' My time spent, knockin' out daily assignments The capacity of my writtens make y'all niggaz look mindless In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless This five-five-nine shit, three strike
to God we run this whole shit, son Right that's my word Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
Have done the same too. Your reality box Has three or four locks. If we could go back Down another track, Time would still find us; Strike us down
biscuit, finish you nitwit Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick shit It's workin' It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock Let me hear you scream Time