run now, you gotta go fast (comin' on) storm comin' on now, you gotta past (it's on) you gotta run now, you gotta go fast (comin' on) storm comin' on
doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hyphened, comin' with the thunder and the lightning Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm Nights when I storm
, press on through the storm Weepin' man fall, for the night seem long But if you stand strong, joy come within the morn' And it goes, on and on and on and on
Lay back, enjoy the ride (Smoke on, smoke on) [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy] The only people I know, who don't smoke Is Jesus, C-O, and my last P-O Yo, but
trife, you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife, I need Jesus in my life You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life I'm livin' so trife
I'm not afraid of the storm, no It seems like you're slipping away I'm not afraid of the storm, no I'm not afraid of the storm You fuckin' with a killa
greatest man alive) It only gets harder It always seems so far away The sky's getting darker Another storm is on the way (The, the greatest, the, the, the greatest) Another storm is on
can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot [Verse 2 - Hitchcock] High in the silence before the storm Lincoln Park, the Audubon Slang rock on the same block that the water on
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit It's the remix, we here to rock this shit Bizzy Bone, Bryon McCane Shouts out to the family members Playalitical on
in evil territory So why they comin off to bust on me I got my homie out of the way, I think my lady got a crush on me Somebody put the finger hush on
? Aight then (No doubt Pun) Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin' with the thunder And the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm Nights on the storm
All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All along
crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin with the thunder and the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm Nights on the storm
about New Orleans, How the Mississippi river no washed the sinners clean, Oh the righteous pray on ignorance and fear, Oh nothing much has changed here, But there?s a storm comin
these fake brothers stoled Brooklyn streets On these streets I give you square, now shit is the same Because together we stay, and the Desert Storm is on
s why I palm the heater for all you non believers I?m on ya ass like white on rice on Condoleezza Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature Betta
the storm (noooo) It seems like you're slipping away (ohhhhh) I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo) I'm not afraid, of the storm [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9
And in the end we bend but easily break When the forest circuit shorts And the wolves surround your wired ports Of Jupiter, your storm is naught! UV
