Het Is Laat
[Shyne]
Now tell me who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang - and let your fuckin brains hang, snitches
Fuck all them able bitches with riches
who carry 22's, up in they hosiery
A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me
Think he just finished sniffin a ki, and dippin the D's
Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin my moms
Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop
Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds
and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws
Now tell me who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang - and let your fuckin brains hang, snitches
Fuck all them able bitches with riches
who carry 22's, up in they hosiery
A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me
Think he just finished sniffin a ki, and dippin the D's
Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin my moms
Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop
Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds
and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws
Banlieue Nord
There's a firefly in love with a distant star
Looking longingly up through the atmosphere
Tiny beacon flies, finds his wings too soon
I watch him make his way, blinded by the moon
Chorus:
I want to believe that the wind would know where to take me
I want to believe that a dream could get me by
But I'm just waiting here for you
Waiting for the sky to fall
You're far away, on the edge of the universe
A galaxy swirling across the room
Tell me, is it cold out there? Is there air for me?
Would you even care if I could not breathe?
Repeat Chorus
The laws of gravity cannot tie down my soul
How long can I hold on before I let you go
Repeat Chorus