Yes now it seems That this life brings the many things Sought within our dreams. This is not a test Can you grasp this feeling deep inside your chest
dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game
my shit, wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally
everything goes wrong Where the dark of night holds back the light of day And you've gotta stand and fight for the price you pay (Chorus) Little girl down on
wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally
shall escape except the ones, who Exodus with no question, Better put on your khaki uniform If you-a' driver, leave unnu engine on If you-a' rider jump
all is fair So a fight to the finish begins When you fight from desire You fight fire with fire So may the best woman win The best woman wins I will fight
change cause we're all in the same gang [Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on Upon a time for me
crips and all of us is crippin, cuz We from a different street, all got that different heat But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat So
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass, Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime, It's like my mind is on a tredmill, I'
keep on looking anyway if we don't find it - who must pay ? All I've ever done - I've done for you ! Pain - I feel inside - it's such a Shame. No one fights fair
! Life is short so I take what I need! Over your head... When the sinner... Pain! I feel inside it's such a Shame! No one fights fair, but who' to Blame! Might be the game
in the down just to kill mo' timers Bout time you let me play Got more game than EA Used to take goldeen trips to PA we need a Now on the way to the
bag is on me Yeah Right!! My bear hugz air tight New Yorkerz no no turnin on a redlight Me against 40 of you? a fair fight Microphones get took you shook
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars Lock on you when
the glass, sippin victory Clean cut but I stay dirty Uhh, you play fair, I teach I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork or beast, ?? ?? Tenacious on
't come easy. Hey don't misjudge me. Whatever might displease you, still couldn't touch me. I don't care what I write is what I'm gonna bust. Fights on