everything but either is brokeness Give me a knife cause I can't live off happiness Once a brother said I can't work for the white kind Standing on the corner
...baby I'm crying, forever more Oh...baby and now when you're gone My head feels heavy and empty It circles around in the sky Between new corners it
we up to no good (No good) I got a MAAD-ass Circle full of gees Rollin treys and fo's and El Caminos on D's ( ? ) with the ( ? ) amps Bendin the corner
4 deep hittin' corners in a rag Chevrolet Started out nada before I turned rich I used to do it for free but now I ride for the paper Maad Circle hit '
There is a blood red circle On the cold dark ground And the rain is falling down The church door's thrown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
There's a blood red circle On the cold dark ground And the rain is falling down The church doors blown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
black To afro then african-american and right back to nigger You figure she'd be bitter in the twilight But she alright, 'cause she done sseen the circle
'm about to sever one I put my pressure on the corner to cave the box in This time I sawed in my breath and rhymed circles of sin See, if I don't reanimate
in rest areas and truck stops Cassette players, known to make the tape pop Gold diggers who on the cream like Wells Fargo In Vegas, they circle around
shout, 'bout, ruckus on the corner Black, ?uest and Rubber, we did it in the summer Now the po' folk is near, they say I'm not a Square But when the circle
stiff circle in the yard Be home now, stuck in our zone now Can't take it from us, we run wit the corner Nigga we stay dirty, you know, straight slum
dont owe shit That shit you kick aint game to me I got money to bitch who you came to see You came here in a see through just so I can peep you Circle
hanging round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon
We saw houses falling from the sky Where the mountains lean down to the sand We saw blackbirds circling 'round an old castle keep And I stood on the cliff
the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn
you making those mean faces in your videos With the fish lens effects? Why? Why do you walk in the clubs With thirty people around you And stand in the corner
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die Where we push up in the corners that we fight for City from