Mn Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that`s all
Hook: (I can feel it comin` in the air tonight, hold onnnn I`ve been waitin for this moment for all my life hold onnn, hold onnnnnn)
The best of y`all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin` under And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child Meanwhile, somethin` I gotta show you an I hope you can take it Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you When you stand up an see that I`m just showin` love to you Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends Caps I fucked with are real, but hey Those are your friends Its just what you got comin` sometimes you don`t know What you askin` for, did you ask for more? Should the casket door swing here, it is done An thought you was a killer, you swore you`d never run Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster It is comin` in the air? Yeah its getting` closer
Hook
I see life through many shades of grays and blacks I could take that an him `em with the blazin` tracks When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams The devil got a hold on me an he won`t let go I can feel the lord pullin` but he movin` dead slow Let `em know that amidst all this confusion some of us may do the winnin` But we all do the losin` its just who does the choosin` Easy goin up or down what have you been provin`? Jus that you were fuckin` ground Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it An I know that deep down you really don`t want it I woulda traded the chance of bein` the child with a father Movin` talent and bein` able to survive when its harder My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife That`s why I hit these motherfuckin` streets at night Come on!
Hook
There`s a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans An a lot of my mans is not seein` through the fog Families by the truckload, feedin` them to the morgue Full moon, arooooo, the howlin`, errrrrrr an growlin`, shhhhhh, an prowlin` Don`t know love, can`t show love That means you gonna need more love than on old thug, but hold up, roll up Talkin` out the side of your mouth is what`s gonna is what`s gonna let niggas know Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse Told her it was suicide, but you an I Both knew the truth, for we`d never die Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that`s your head by the log I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there This is hell an we both here Can you feel it? Tell me yeah