Besedila:
Last Avenue You Had Me At Hell No

the water is slowly rising all around me. And the seascape filled my ashtray. But the moon has never shone any brighter, And you won?t ever know. You won?t ever know. No, you

in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish

the west coast shit was dead what you want me to do Muthafucka just pull me some dreads Hell naw keep it southsiding bitch Im the last man standing

. But you don't understand 'cause noone else had you. You've got me singing those same but different blues. (repeat) It looks like yesterday didn't do me much good, You

wit a mask and puts a gun to you You will ask yourself how come Your mans didn't empty the last round That he had in Curtis Jackson's ass While he had the chance You

win for the pilgrims who said (NO MORE HAITIANS) As I proceed, someone to feed me is what I need (Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some weed) Yeah, avenues

t figure How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures Said the Brinks is comin' through, at Fashion Avenue At Tuesday at

'Cause a brother like me said "Well, Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you ought to do" Follow for

samples play over second half of chorus] "Man what you fuck doin over here?" "Are you awake now?" "Hell yah I'm awake man; now tell me what the fuck