Your information But there's no hiding behind molting feathers On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the show 40k contract, take it out the door Dice
i can hide. i lie awake and dream that the fog rolls in... my mind roams cross oceans and years. the time begin's become a dead end. last time i rolled the dice
Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany Too many MC's not enough Mic's Exit your show like I exit the turnpike Dice
I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock got my rag on backwards so I look just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact
your feelings but it just wouldn't stay But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away, simply run away You can try to run and hide
dice game of life, who gets the last roll? Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack? The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge
you got to hide what i saw burned my eyes like chloride all i wanna know is why, i wasn't even tryin to spy come home [dice for bed stop] all inside
Now when the feds watch me, private paparazzi Still chasing me for war crimes like a Nazi Against all odds see the judge tried to Pac me Lucky dice roll
soul waist deep and sinkin' Into this black river of doubt I just wanna rise and walk along the riverside And when the morning comes baby I don't wanna hide
night Streetlight people, living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Working hard to get my fill Everybody wants a thrill Paying anything to roll the dice
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin money where they murder a lot Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
language, then don't speak the gun dun [La Femme Nakita] Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
yes Im a born thriller, gots to watch tha scandal shop at that Randalls, hit that fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, got em on my feet hide behind
seem haunted Thugs and agents who work closely up on it Patriotic hustlers that kill for presidents Conceal the truth but can't hide the evidence A man died holding some dice
I'd see you in a crowd A million people loud You try to hide But something make you call out I gotcha fallin' hard You make me drop my guard We try to
by accident, play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.) [Chorus - Nicole Wray (x2)] To play the game, sure to win ?? I sacrificed, I rolled the dice
, Their left with you now. Just close your eyes and take that final step. Wasteful....They dampen your will to live. Dice fall....Release
insane come on and sterilize me kneel down and idolize me suck me fuck me resurrect me rut me cut me and infect me slice me dice me I wanna die screamin
