Tekst :
Tu wszystko jest proste
gdy czasem sama tu zostaję jest mi dobrze
tu zimne szkło i kolor blue
są jak odtrutka po złym dniu
to nie miasto
to narkotyk
światła tańczą na ulicach rzeźbiąc nocy gotyk
świat zza grubych szyb ma swój własny rytm
chcę chociaż raz zatańczyć z nim
mnie serce napewno już nie pęknie
i zazdrość jak kamień nie uderzy
bo noce w złych miastach też są piekne
i życie przez chwile może przeżyć
jak gwiazdy lśnią drogie samochody
i nieba wystawy i miraże
a ja wciąz swój bilet trzymam w dłoni
i swoja walizkę głupich ciepłych snów
nie płaczę o świcie
wiem, inne mają więcej szczęścia, to ich zycie
więc stąd ten żal i ślad tej łzy
i nagły ból do pierwszej chwili
na swój pociąg jeszcze zdążę
żegnaj miasto moich marzeń, żegnaj Mały Książę
jeszcze wrócę tu, oczekujcie mnie
ten serial się nie skończy źle
mnie serce napewno już nie pęknie
i zazdrość jak kamień nie uderzy
bo noce w złych miastach też są piękne
i życie przez chwile może przeżyć
jak gwiazdy lśnią drogie samochody
i nieba wystawy i miraże
a ja wciąz swój bilet trzymam w dłoni
i swoja walizkę głupich ciepłych snów
Tekst :
Wanna know how I got to be this way
Wanna know if you had it would you be the same
I can tell that your tired of laying a losing game
I m checkin you cause I got love for you
I gotta let you know that you don t have to lose
Come take a ride on the
The other side if you re lookin for love you cannot find
Cause you gotta know love comes in many many ways
But the love that God gives you will never never change
I know you feel that time has left you by yourself
You can just chill cause God s been with you every step
And even when you took a ride to ease the pain inside
Don t ever think He s been away from you
He s got a million angels who ve been watching for you come on
Well it s alright if you wanna wanna take a ride
Tekst :
I grew up in the jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I m so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
When that wreck came around, I m in the trench with my pound
I m pitchin you cracks and the bench is my mound (what s good)
It ain t no freezin this game, I m in the freezin the rain
Tryin to make G s off the caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the Spre s on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed through the game (vroom!)
That s why I think kinda different, and some think that I m twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I drink til I m twisted (I m on point)
I m tryin to maintain to stay afloat (that s right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that s a wrap)
That s why I m downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time
[Jim Jones]
The purple, HAZE, keep scorchin and burnin
Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can t sleep)
I m light on my sleep, I can t get a wink, I might miss somethin
I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened what happened)
Constantly rollin up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp through this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, know the struggle, know the hustle
Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know that price)
Now if you don t change your mind, change your grind
Don t get caught in the facade, don t get caught up on a charge
(Don t be facin six) You know that life goes by
Just as fast as them nights goes by
Hold fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, whole pies
Hope to God that the law or the vice don t ride (SQUALIE!)
We been trapped in our own hustle
You see the government s the powder but the crack is our own hustle
We smart ain t we?
[Jim Jones]
Sheeit, the heat s in the kitchen, I speak to you listen
The beef if it thicken the heat ll stay clickin, believe that?
I ll be burnin water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh)
I ll be more than gone as {?}
R.I.P., man that s kind of redundant
Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to dump clips (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in em, they shoot up shit and straight get em (boom)
They chew up shit like straight sick em (sick em)
Over that turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We ll squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That s the code of my land
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon get em)
Get you all shot over hoes for a grand
Man, death is so cheap in my hood - short paper