care if that's not fair because I want it all Or nothing at all There's no where left to fall When you reach the bottom it's now or never Is it all Or
of mine Bought me all the way here form my life of crime Just a constant reminder that the end I'll be always the one who knows all see's all Because... [
Little kids just be watchin' us through binoculars And then they go to school and copy us But hey I'm not knockin' y'all But how can y'all not see it'
mine bought me all the way here form my life of crime just a constant reminder that the end Ill be always the one who knows all sees all because [Chorus
here's my love I'm for real time is right give us a chance nothing-I won't do-for you rap: To each his all and all the love I've grown three rolls of
m tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X When I got
this clean yea, summers gonna appose you, Please don't make me be the someone that expose you, (Word Word!) I snatch yea kids, or someone that you close
following a dollar finds nothing but stress But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock Driving
on the mic Because overall I'm iller than you all Y'all pussy Never ever gone for it all You scared of a little risky coaching call What happened? I thought you were the know-it-all
what about then [chorus:] Sweet chariot of fire Come swing us all away Sing us a song a day Away, away, zoom [x4] Or maybe your in your car just driving
It was 2004 I was sweet 16 Driving through north west to all you want to find On the dual carriage way With the wind in my face You would pick me up every
is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna, Just intentions to impress you if capable, Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you, Cars, nothing I drive can drive
Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey
The old systematic dues All Irish do Japs. Yeah! You hear me? Boy, you'd better make way! Enough action and totally nothing to say And here's a message
drive or how much money ya got And I don't giva damn if y'all really like me or not I see ya lips moving but I can't hear nothing, cause I'm not listening
hollows, up in my steel ass nigga S.U.C. for life I love it, wouldn't trade it for nothing Creeping and crawling on swangas, or might be blades with buttons
at that, boy use to be in the church choir What's wrong with him now, he just out there running wild Can't tell him nothing, boy why you pop up with all