I still see her smile Yeah, I've been thinking I need it, I want it I need the truth so I can breathe I need it, I'm on it I'm gonna do what's right
Will I Am] Y'all lookin for a festival I know the spot Come across the bridge over here to where it's hot It's poetic, guaranteed you're diggin it You
Keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it
it takes I?ll say it one more time As long as it takes I'll say it one more time As long as it takes I'll say it one more time Hook Same thing U.S
place where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change we still striving on we still alive and strong right or wrong I still kill for where I belong
s locked down [Chorus] I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them People can't handle the product that I'm selling I left my dwelling now I'm on the
for warfare we read em with blind eyes i guarantee u there's more there the rich must be blind b/c they didnt see the poor there need to open up a park
-Loc & Dalima) Welcome To Misery Where The Killers Pop It Up Whenever I Say It And Deal It At The Turn Of The Gun We Can Do It If Anybody Want It Where
they feel they got the right to" F-ck 'em, I let the dice roll like my father did I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies
it takes, I?ll say it one more time As long as it takes, I'll say it one more time As long as it takes, I'll say it one more time Sayin? the same things
what Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun We can do it if anybody want it, where
s locked down. Chorus I'm a rhyme felon; peeps do what I tell them, People can't handle the product that I'm selling, I left my dwelling now I'm on the
red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back
, we don't quit) I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga, cross me Took it out of space and niggaz thought they lost me I'm back like a chiroprac' with b-boy survival rap It
.G.] When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all When it comes down to G shit, I get it all When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all When it
Hippin' Gods to they culture with the strong speech I build with the Nubians I chill with I fill with my zig-zag-zig I never lived big, I never lived large, I
blunts oooooohhh. I've got a song for you. Syke!! Didn't think it was a slow jam, did ya? Didn't think it was an old man, did ya? I hit ya with Scripture