I'll write this song And I will try to think about who was wrong I'd drive the coast for you baby But I'm never gotta sort this out on my own I can'
We used to stay up late on weekends Talking bout our lives You said you'd be there always You said you'd never leave my side Did you know, did you know
Our time apart has taught me That we cant be together, Our time apart has taught me, That be cant be forever You told me you'd be there You told me
things you should have told her, but night after night you're willing to hold her, Just hold her, tears on your shoulder There's talk on the street
he mc's is that true, what's his name? Fuck all these other funny guys der gassed I can make a killer album den dash Ba Barbados splash We can be together on
If I did wrong, I'm sorry, No other love, is for me... [Chorus] [Mase] Yeah ,yeah, yeah What, what, what, come on Yeah, kid Harlem on the rise With
make us holler On a giving night, all for a dollar Silicone breasts, all on their chests Nothin' like others, but above the rest They'll do anything to turn us on
of negativity and full of pain We're brothers, down with each other for they own gain So I keep on steppin', and keep on rappin' Statyin' above the others
would you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well why don't you let me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah
see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
cant win so I'm inviting some help and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that there
I cant win so I'm inviting some help and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that
away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And
take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other
no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
of order, must be serviced See now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run
