Theyre all flashing past So many others moving so fast I feel my heart smoke As we go under it and bow down Nothing left on this island Upon steel on
: Theyre all flashing past So many others moving so fast I feel my heart smoke As we go under it and bow down Nothing left on this island Upon steel
) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One more time) Let me see you try that shit on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
sheriff, I shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name? That would be me, Young Zee
my windows Crowd below runs wild in the streets Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys Heading for the finish line Down in the train yard
When I was just seventeen I ran away from home To be with all the pretty people, to be on my own, yeah Bright lights and trains and bedsit stains And
science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young
room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, number nine Homies run a train, standing in line If that train jumps off the track Then my brother you will
of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must 'Cause
the girls back home She went to the city and got Social Security She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own [2nd Chorus] My brother'
sad instead of heartbroken She came home but she's leavin' again She's coming back but she won't say when And I don't sing songs anymore I don't feel young
From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother's flow is insane) That's what I've been trying to explain Got no time to play games Keep it coming like the next train
to live As the world turns around negative through positive At the edge of the nights, the guiding light That leads to another world, for the young and
Hear the call and all heed the savior Praise Allah 'cause in his energy made ya The cream, Asiatic earth-born man child Freedom's comfort for some but meanwhile Young brothers
So flip on your Young MC Or Jazzy Jeff or whatever the case be Mindless music for the masses makes ya Think less of the one that hates ya Then trained
star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn That's why many of these younger brothers don
I mean? Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean You know what? I like you, little big person Rule number one, no cursin' Anyway, what you know about that? You too young
