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I can feel it comin` in the air tonight
Hold on
I`ve been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Hold on hold on
The best of yall niggaz
Remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped
A nigga from goin` under
And you wonder
Why I pat you on yo` head and smile
Look in yo` eyes and thank the lord
For my child meanwhile
There`s somethin` I gotta show you
And I hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert
And I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on yo` ass
To see what it does to you
When you stand up you`ll see
That I`m just showin` love to you
Other niggaz`ll put a slug to you
Over your ends
Cats I fucked wit` are real
But hey, those are yo` friends
And just what you got commin`
Sometimes you don`t know
What you askin` for
Yet you ask for more
Shut the casket door
This one here, good as done
They thought you was a killer
You swore you`d never run
NIgga died wit` his gun
Still up in the holdster
It`s comin` in the air
Yeah, it`s gettin` closer
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I see life through many shades
Of greys and blacks
I can take that and hit `em wit` the
Blazin` tracks
When I make that you fake cats have
Violent dreams
Takes another dog
To be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me
And it won`t let go
I can feel the lord pullin`
But he movin` dead slow
Let him know
That amidst all this confusion
Some of us may do the winnin`
But we all do the losin`
It`s just who does the chosin`?
Is you goin` up or down?
What have you been provin`?
Just that you a fuckin` clown
Bitching through the bullshit
But never spoke on it
`Cuz I know that deep down
You really don`t want it
I would tell you the chance
Of being a child with a father
Born with talent and being able to survive
But it`s harder
My balance on the high beams of life
Keep my dreams and strife
That`s why I hit these
Mother fuckin` streets tonight
Come on
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There`s a lot o` shit that I let slide
It`s out of my hands
Lot of niggaz I let ride
But it`s not in my plans
That a lot of my mans is not
Seein` through the fog
Families by the truck loads
Fleein` to the morgue
Full moon, aaaooooo, the howlin`
Grrrr, the growlin`
Shhhh, prowlin`
Don`t know love, can`t show love
That means you gon` meed mo` love
Than a old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talkin` out the side o` yo` mouth
That`s what`s gon` let niggaz know
What you got in yo` house
Or they lyin` to yo` spouse
Told `er it was suicide
But you and I
Both know the truth will never die
Listen nigga
You scared, get a dog
But be prepared for the mob
`Cuz you dead in the fog
And that`s yo` head by the log
I can smell it in the air
I can tell when it`s there
This is hell and we both here
Can you feel it?
Tell me yeah
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