afraid to crash down and lose my heart again I don't know, I can't see, what's come over me Why am I so afraid to break down and lose my mind again
anymore But I believe you when you say we're never gonna fall Hand behind my neck, arm around my waist Never let me hit the ground, you'll never let me crash
the half the niggas you were prayin the streets Tainted with camoflouge - guerilla sabotoge My cousin's da ratatard was livin tight large Got caught then blast crashed
the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there
end your ass Send your career on a collision course; then you'll crash I'ma laugh mothafucker, its gon' only get worse You'll hit a tree and you go flyin
But you're always there When everything falls apart And it seems like the world Is crashing at my feet You like me the best When I'm a mess When I'm my own worst enemy
day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
me Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop carryin out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped
of bodyguards My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin' My
my babies all of my money But my diamonds steady be shinin' My gang you know me Homies got mo' love And the biz follow all of my senses Pump my fist for
"Hey, my man, what it look like?" "Hey, my man, what it look like?" {deeper voice} "Hey, my man, what it look like?" {high-pitched voice} "Hey, my man
have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy, Got drunk then I finished he I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted
at whatever the price in the stock market crashed." (In October, 1929, an over-valued stock market, with many owning shares purchased "on margin" or with borrowed money, crashed
in shame But still, wise from the truth, can I leave the place I called my own? I guess life, as I never knew it, has forced me to face my worst enemy... my