| Sometimes, sometimes you just know |
| You just know, that’s all |
| I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on |
| I’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life |
| Hold on, hold on |
| The best of you 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 and I hope you can take it |
| Gonna leave you in the desert, and 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 |
| It’s 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 it’s getting' closer |
| I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on |
| I’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life |
| Hold on, hold on |
| I see life through many shades of grays and blacks |
| I could take that an hit '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 them know that amidst all this confusion |
| Some of us may do the winnin' |
| But we all do the losin' it’s 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 |
| And I know that deep down you really don’t want it |
| I would’ve traded the chance of bein' the child with a father |
| Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when it’s 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 |
| I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on |
| I’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life |
| Hold on, hold on |
| There’s a lotta shit that I let slide, 'cuz it’s outta my hands |
| Lotta niggas I let ride, but it’s 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, aro, the howlin', err and growlin', shh, 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 let niggas know |
| Why you bad in your house, when 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 it’s there |
| This is hell an we both here, can you feel it? Tell me yeah |
| I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on |
| I’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life |
| Hold on, hold on |
| Arf, arf |
| Haha |
| Aro, aro |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo |