broken stars lit a spark, put them back up in the sky if you can wish on their falling imagine what you can do bringing them back to life
Em' Shook Like There's Ten Of Me Go Hard In Hip-Hop Hope They Remember Me Screamin' "Thug Life" Like A Tupac Many-Me Any Beef? Tell Em' To Bring It Special
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was
place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back
place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back to
blues - we gon' ride out on this one Ta-tah, be-hah Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes for them niggaa at radio and shit? Clark Kent, that was good
know my steelo" - Nas "There ain't an army that could strike back" - Nas [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them
No doubt, smoke them cowards, you STILLMATIC Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay
've been into many places, seen some unfamiliar faces But baby none of them compares to you Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone Yeah, but now I'm back
This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles to
Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha And all your so-called down niggas, say good luck to ya
door I'll tell them you ain't there no more Get on through it, roll with it, baby Luck'll come and then slip away You've gotta move, bring it back to
change gunna make the millions low the millions after the trillions no I didn't have a good home life concentratin on me take a look at your own life
rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but I'm good wit nines Great wit eights
me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why its
make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why
now This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles