prospect of freedom ever tasted so good? One gate completes the circle. One step away from your own dimension, your cherished time. One gate severs all connections. One
the pearly gates It was then I knew I'd had enough Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where The pavement turns to sand With a one way ticket
you back to 1969 Let's hit the city of freedom like old times It's getting dirty underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me counting the butterflies One, two
the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate Two
pill or two with me? I'll share my Valium with you 'cause I'm feelin' you, Britney I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile
the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one
goo Look what the cat dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old one two, rhyme
"What'd you do last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All
star-scape Treadmill, pick up our pace Head-start on a jet in a car chase Is this the part where my heart breaks? One asleep, one awake, back to back
repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of
am I doin' out here servin' with two strikes? Niggaz don't know I'm trainin' to be a track star Whoop, whoop, err, put yo hands on the car You must be one
early, I paid a extra 50 Getting' that money, my nigga Oh five Chrysler, trees for the blunts Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front Twenty-two
I paid a extra 50 Gettin' that money my nigga Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the blunts Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front Twenty two inch
), Peeped yo' game from the start nigga, We know you fake nigga, We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs, Lock the gates sound the guns 'causez
of the starting gate Well, that all seems like history now Trucks along the highway No one's going your way Inside a crippled car Celibate stars
the way. If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, I'd spend the end with you, and when the world was through, Then one, by one, the stars
not as blue, when you're not with me The stars, they never seem to shine as bright And the hours crack like days across the ages And a year or two pass
compute the math To kick any type sport like the vandal I manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tennessee Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' One two
