In Your World - Cheng Bi

Haven't seen you in a while Don't know where you are these days Did you ever get to Colorado Or did something make you stay in this place I'd be lying if I said that I missed you But I'd be lying if I said you never cross my mind Sometimes I go back to Friday night lights, seventeen We thought we were forever, we were so naive Hadn't felt a broken heart yet Do you still think about that That night we snuck away and the hood of your car was The first taste of freedom underneath the stars We're a thousand miles away from who we were When we were just a boy and a girl I hope all is well in your world I hope you found somebody who Puts a smile on your face everyday Loves every part of you But that don't mean it ain't okay, yeah To look back on the thing we had And not be mad and not be sad 'Cause sometimes love just comes and goes Boy, I know you go, yeah, you go Back to Friday night lights, seventeen We thought we were forever, we were so naive Hadn't felt a broken heart yet Do you still think about that That night we snuck away and the hood of your car was The first taste of freedom underneath the stars We're a thousand miles away from who we were When we were just a boy and a girl I hope all is well in your world Yeah, I hope all is well in your world No, you' ain't out there missing me And I don't want you back We're right where we're supposed to be But we'll always have Those Friday night lights, seventeen Thought we were forever, we were so naive Hadn't felt a broken heart yet (felt a broken heart yet) Do you still think about that That night we snuck away and the hood of your car was The first taste of freedom underneath the stars We're a thousand miles away from who we were When we were just a boy and a girl I hope all is well in your world Yeah, I hope all is well in your world I hope all is well in your world

So this that new shit from the West Coast after shop Coming from me & Daz, ya know what I mean? (Yeah, that shit is gangsta, ooh, that shit is gangsta) Tell 'em what you want 'em to do Ladies, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo If I did it then I done it, then a battle just started And I'm gunnin' for niggas who ain't down who I ride for Dat nigga Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals Without a doubt, kill 'em and turn 'em out (What) Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll And like your mamma cryin', enthusiastic as two nines Kaboom, we mash to the extreme as a team Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine (Know what I mean?) I hung a string of MC's who thought foolishness Schoolin' this whole rap game, we rulin' this We doin' this, pursuin' this major Stackin' major paper, with my Dogg street behavior I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs with a blow of skills Like Tyson, knockin' your ass out like Bruno You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin' camp Get in your skin, kill anything that lives I never ever thought Dr. Dre could come rough Call your bluff, comin' with skills to smash your stuff You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw You know it's hardcore, I'll break your jaw Too many times with rhymes I combine And blow minds with the ways I design too many fuckin' times Hey Daz, the author of authentics (that's me) When I was young I played games with skirt Hide and go get it 'til I was laced in a clinic (Oh shit) Learned quick to always keep a leash and hat on my dick (Slow down) I know you're trippin' off me and what play I threw But I ain't trippin' off you and what you say I do It's time for war, man, they all runnin' again Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again I remember, "Kurupt, you'll never get that far" No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars I used patience and the planet of my sight To the corner of deuce-five where it's lot like life I'm put in a position where I thinks And I'm 'bout to beat MC's purple, blue and pink Take what's yours (Yours) Break down your doors (Doors) Hardcore radical, rough and raw When you come talkin' what you talk It's me, I'm 'bout stalk and I rock it from L.A. to New York On to the city of Phil' where all my niggas at keepin' it real All we in sharin' here to the south to the east to the north Kurupt, grabbin' it about to rip it off I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin' They all shake tryin' to take the money that I make You'll never get past three rounds Three rhymes, three MC's in three towns I came to put it down (Fuck that) And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground now (You know, it's me in your world, Daz) It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash) Move quick (Move fast) The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) Kill and I kill again I got money on my mind I'm posted at the Palms Sittin' in my room with a pad (Writin' rhymes, dimes on the nickels) Nickels on the dimes To quarters, thousands To million dollar bonds (You know, it's me in your world, Daz) It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash) Move quick (Move fast) The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) Kill and I kill again I got money on my mind

Chorus: You can walk like water Shine like a diamond Ring the bells of fortune If you dare You can make any move you Wanna make Take everything that you can If you dare Just think the world is in your Hands (4-mal) Stress on my mind think i'll end it All People tell me to stand tall But i don't wanna live got nothing To give They don't understand from where I come My past not a pretty one Scars never stars now i'm ready to Quit And let this life be done Some tell me to hold on tell me to Be strong But the battle's too long No fight left in me but they don't Comprehend it That my will is all gone Nothing to grasp Hope is a past and my faith is in the Trash So save the love that you think i Need I' going out with a blast Repeat chorus Troubles got me down never got a Break Just pain and heartache Not looking for a reason to go on No more I've had all i can take Tired of the same old thing same Old scene Death must now be king I give up i don't want to live up to The wicked hopes of society Some say excel but i still Fail so well Just call me a pro Reasons for failing truth Be known I really don't care to know It's time to move on time to be Gone farewell to my king Just want to end this losing trend With a bullet and a shot of gin Repeat chorus Just think the world is in your Hands (four times)