B Real]

Now lately I've been findin myself pourin my guts out

Expressin my thoughts lettin my nuts out in the walls

of sleep I can't keep it all in the hall clear

While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear

Shoulda been woulda been coulda been the cops

Stop look and listen you'll get a vision of hip hop

Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man

See it all be it all, you need a plan

It takes one man to understand this

Learn fuckin with a deadly gas, you get burned

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars

Every little bit you consume, the high cost

of living it's all given to you, don't lose it

Every man's given a tool, but don't use it

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From the window of my room, I shoot all stars

Every little bit you consume, the high cost

Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee

But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see

the window of my room, I shoot all stars

Every little bit you consume, is high cost

Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee

But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see

[B-Real]

From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across

the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss

Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams

out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty

No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain

So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change

or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one

I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this

Wherever I roam is home to me

You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me

The influential status, you know the baddest

Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness

Sadness to those appealin to any conflict

Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin

What are you a man or a mouse, the house light

shinin within, that's when you begin to live again

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[Sen Dog]

From my window I can see

Humanity, goin insane G

Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect

Only hardcore vatos on the set

Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted

There it goes, the pride, you missed it

I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin

Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me

Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams

Some sell their soul to get the cream

From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack

I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps

See those magazine crews and I'm a goner

Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas

Unlike some of these fools on the turf

Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs

So unrehearsed that it shows in the product

Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up

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