In Hope we raise our voice yeah.... [Chorus] Hope... We long for understanding The truth... Is simply all were asking Why... Why must we live in sorrow? So... We live in defiance and hope
choice In Hope we raise our voice yeah.... [Chorus] Hope... We long for understanding The truth... Is simply all were asking Why... Why must we live in sorrow? So... We live in defiance and hope
inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like
the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now? Guns found daily. The feds surely hope
trouble my mouth gets wrapped up in the things that I don't know don't you know, hoping that you crack the code, whoa oh oh The first to crack the code
like to stay here just like this it?s just a momentary bliss <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> that?s all we can hope
more money now and we done flipped the draught Hella choppers, clip pulled nigga, junior out G'd up, I took it from the G code Presidental suites, with
of looks familiar until you get up close then it's different clearly. But each time you turn a corner, you're right back where you were and your only hope
rage You paid a dowry for your child's rights Now she's living like a slave A prayer came down the wire And it was all in the enemy's code You couldn
pray Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad I promise you will pay! (WHOO!) You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever Respecting the Code of
let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga,
so what that say about the words THEY spoke? I tell ya light and raw, you never find a black man with blue balls... Like you hard, sell a load every area code
So keep all that wackness out my ear, (phew phew) that's the sound of your career in my hood [Busta Rhymes:] I hope you niggas got your ringside seats
nine hear the call through fault lines smoke signals, old rhymes shorted lights in store signs spelled in a broken code find that it is time to breath
beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But fuck em, he knows the code
mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But fuck em, he knows the code It's
