'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through
the passenger, the last griever You don't lone my squad? Fuck y'all, we don't love your ass neither Way off the meter Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got
crime sales, we wipin' off mad shells Only time will tell if we gotta use em' Ain't lookin' for stack but if we got into it Then we gotta do it, nigga
Hold all of the murderin' up If you gotta bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up If you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones
nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do Open your mind we got something for you and you and
which you wanna ride, the Benz or the truck Back up, get on the one way 'cause more sundays hotter than monday Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get
life there in your hands You probably don't know Somehow your dreams became my plans Somewhere long ago Think about the things we've done and where we
all the new horizons Just waiting to be explored This is what we were created for, yeah Saddle up your horses We've got a trail to blaze Through the
sea Take your tongue and blaze a trail down, a little lower to my heart In, out that's the way we go Scream shout make me lose control We can take it
't keep up) Bust bigger like a D-cup And after we get rid of this dope we gon' have to re up All you could say is we what? (what) thugs for life No if
do? We need to work our way around it Let it be the way we found it The more that everything keeps changin' The less we are gainin' We stand like,
Manup There's a cloud in the distance Rising from the dunes Ten thousand riders Blaze a trail of ruins No doubt about it They're headed this way Who
We're coming to the edge Running on the water Coming through the fog Your sons and daughters We the great and small Stand on a star And blaze a trail
the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum slugs at you thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none Here we come, best run
And with a sound like white magic Caught in a black car's blazing trail (Good love) The house set fire to my heart (Good love) Like an inferno we shone
a light in the dark Now miles from Mississippi down some distant shore He's blazed a trail of glory and a whole lot more Like some shooting star we'
it's the other half of me I didn't do it, you lit the match for me Now we're flying from the blast, baby That's the thing Where we're going, we don't
In the old days when the wheels went round and round Through a wagon trench I called this home And out there on these new trails we've blazed Watching