Mindless ways, so much hate so pathetic low life your ignorance and hatred wont solve a thing not moving forwards you hold us back you turn to violence
I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard I remember stressing so hard
the oneday the moon might hold a half million nice size hoods easy and plenty fast restaurants by cum and by egg and laid low into creature then cast
(Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies
have to walk around with you on my arm Now that I'm proud to admit that we're done Good luck trying to find me... Cause I didn't think you could go So low
home faiths not around the luck so gone. Don't ask me what's wrgong. Ask me what's right and I'm a tell you what's life And did you know I lost everything
business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck
[Nas] Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile Give the crew pounds everytime we cover new grounds Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the
be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to
a lady I see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat] [Ad libs] Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find The classic lady
Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin.. [Andre 3000] Livin by the grace of God At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin With no time to waste
mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody shine. C'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin'
home, Fates not around, the lucks all gone Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right And I'm a tell you what's life And did you know? I lost everything
We money makin Your money fake son, I'll call you clay cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low Platinum hailos, hero
on the east coast a few years back tryin' to make me a buck like everybody else, well you know times get hard and well I got down on my luck and I got
I ain't lose yet Nigga play if ya want, your life, lose that +It's All On U+ black,tryin' to be hard niggaz Spin a ben, bullets flippin', and spinnin'
whole life uptight See everything you did and everything you seen Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel Living life
[feat. Badness And Ghetto] Where straps are seen more than dads Cause they clap at these boring actors Cause everyone's big with hard weight Now everyone
