Some of us made of concrete
Some of us made of sand
Some of us like the clear blue water
Others catching it in their hands
But we'll all just fade, anway
Some of us made of steel
Some of us like the earth
Some of us are the clear blue sky
When others fly through the air
But we'll all just fade so easy
Better to say
Chances are what you feel
Is like everyone else
Who is wrong?
What is real?
You can ask yourself
But if you find a way
You can always carry on
Chances are what you need
Is like everyone else
It's in you, it's in me
You can see yourself
But if you find a way
You can always carry on
Some of us breaking like ice
Some of us like a stone
Some are just like the blowing wind
Others always are getting thrown
And when you say you won't make tomorrow
Cause tomorrow feels like the rest
Yeah you can break this viscous circle
Everyone who hurts feels no less
Some of us like a secret
Some of us open books
And some you can tell but either way
You can't tell by just a look
Then we all just fade anywayf/ Tha Dogg Pound, Lil' Style, Young Swoop
From Murder Was The Case soundtrack
(Lil' Style)
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the alley I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
(Snoop Doggy Dogg)
We're comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I come with
but twenty five G's is what I left with
*?Teatley?* was the word I heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas
I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
(Kurupt)
See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I chill cos my ho might call
Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And I takes a quick walk up the block
with my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin
That's where a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this ain't me
so I put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
And now the shops on deck
and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half step
Now I got ends
and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could only trust a few