needed you To hold me an excuse Now leave me alone Just get out of my life You keep pretending that we're ok That's not true 'Cause we are through
I needed you To hold me an excuse Now leave me alone Just get out of my life You keep pretending that we're ok That's not true 'Cause we are through
why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn
that I don't know where we are And though I find myself attracted to you This time I'm trying not to go too far, cause No matter how it starts it ends
knock me off my feet, damn these city streets [Hook x2:] Damn these city streets, are hard to live in Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison All
Tanya Herron] We are one, shoulder to shoulder We stand, no promises No demands, all of us know it Life is a battlefield [Tanya Herron:] We're losing
day, got me just being a G Be so easily spoken, my minds are open My eyes are open, I keep smoking And spilling that mud leaning, me and my niggas we
earth The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine And glisten sometimes, remember we
That's right (Maybe life is but a dream) (Hard times is all we've seen) Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away From all the blocks
Bear witness, own our own business Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free so we loot,
in the slave ships (Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y'know? (Look) [2Pac] We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed cause now we overthrow those
pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid All
in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and if you slang Then you'd better have your nikes on Cause when we fight
We bust the sound the kids all gather 'round and what's comin' from their radios they all turn down the creativeness we are scientists move 'em with soul
all is gone, all is calm y'all, all is gone, all is calm y'all all is gone, all is calm y'all, all is gone, all is calm y'all all is gone, all is calm
we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay
soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM) you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins
