to walk that lonely road These eyes can't cry I've seen it all before My soul is still gone I've got to find an open door These eyes These eyes My love
? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We
died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
ones I rest my head with, my son a real cool piranha, yeah Two wheel scooters, the new Rugers Floating through the Beverly Center Counting ten up with my shooter All of these
a hearse I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt I'm suicidal, can't take the pressure or this pain Too much for these young eyes Real G's don't
have happened tonight And I know that I won?t see tomorrow Sitting on the Hollywood sign Watching the girls get off the bus Watching the danger in their eyes
in my car cherry, Remy Ma ready And not to contradict my name See I don't really like to play the bar heavy I'ma pothead, so even if my eyes not red
Yeah Right now we going to talk about these niggas Yeah That's got a lot of mouth, what Yeah But when it's time to do some shit (Yeah) They folding, these
now we going to talk about these niggas Yeah, that's got a lot of mouth, what Yeah, but when it's time to do some shit Yeah, they folding, these niggas
ready n not to contradict ma name see I don't really like to play the bar heavy, I'm a pot head I'm sleepin if ma eyes not red I ain't got an enemy that
was bumping some Plies I can taste the salt from my tears As the water had start to flood on my eyes I know it gotta be hard being 21 Doing time in
player, this only cool, Yo cause don't wait for the paper to come to you, Gotta match for the cash, That's so much these days, Hand guns we praise, Packs
there shouldn't be a dawn That I rise and yawn Then so be it This is to my niggas, if I should die Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute Cock,
a hearse I wonder when I close my eyes will it hurt? I'm suicidal Can't take this pressure or this pain Too much for these young eyes Real G's don't
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies
