left to burn No, there's nothing left to burn And the fire is almost out The fire is almost out Yea, the fire is almost out Almost out, almost out, almost out, almost out
cure Is this the way a toy feels When its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear But you forget to wind Nobody plans to be half a world away
the world (World) Let's change the world (World) Let's change the world Let's change the world Let's change the world (World) Let's change the world
the world Its a crazy mixed up world 'cause its the end of the world (Bizzy in background) See wehre loosing this world we love and it looks like the
warfare [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a
not ready for this You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed Spray it Dunn, straight out, shit it when them guns come out You know a nigga
best song was mediocre Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought That you could come out to challenge me in blood talk? Take a walk jerk, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This
night on 33rd st. I saw a kid get hit by a bus Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives Is very hard to take To cure you they must kill
night on thirty third street I saw a kid get hit by a bus But this drawn out torture over which part of you lives Is very hard to take To cure you they
I had to blend in blend out, spent it all on sentences Fend off the members of relentless pessimists The world is blemished, I'm just looking for the core Cure
used to whoop schoolboy ass She's listed in section 202 Of the United Nations Security Act of 1979 as being Too hot to wear tight sweaters on international airspace In this world
makes me wanna run the other way Maybe I should kiss a girl Maybe I should change my world You already know you make me sick And this could be the cure
know Well maybe I'm in love, think about it every time I think about it, can't stop thinking 'bout it How much longer will it take to cure this Just to cure
a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for
looking this way The moon's laying low in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds, like a jewelry store case They argue, "Walk this way, no, walk this
D.C. all up in this bitch About time I got my respect And now these hoes are on my line like Sally Mae on college debt Gotti here, I'm in this shit Hey
and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble The game that left the whole world