Stop, look, listen This is a question Why won't you answer? Why won't you just give us an answer? Why won't you just give us an answer? If you sing a
to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a
kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a
a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why so they label me a lunatic could care less death or success is what I quest cause i'm
a second homie, lets get this clear Look the wrist stay rocked The Ruger stay cocked I hope ya smoke alot cause I supply the weed spot Got a few questions
bold But all I remember is the freedom of old Well I lost me a wife, so I found me a plane Flew all the way to California This mess in my head is a
is all there is And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from
I rest my eyes on the open field a silver line to heavens gate my mind is blank it's a state I know a sacred place where all I see is hate I raise my
You ain't never gotta ask again Baby this is what we do [Jay- Z:] They say a eye for a eye we both lose our sight (Corrected this) And two wrongs don
yes to this guy" everyday is the same like a battlefield she gets the blame bringing shame on the family name just cuz the streets be babbling like a
A 1980 exodus of 125,000 dreams, a quest to find out what freedom really means at any cost. Boat loads of Cubans lost in a maze of red tape and hate,
it but they a sosa with it. They Mark McGuire with the writtin I'm Rodriguez On the road to riches this is the fork I'm hittin This is the trial and
people like me really wanna know how to chill This life is about a check, about a number about a bill Think about all the love I lost cause my quest is about a
desert is a telegraph pole Holding up a telephone line full of copper wires With your voice and mine and a profound silence Trying to build a word-bridge
say goodbye I hope you realize you threw away the best thing that ever happened to you Forget my name and forget my face hope you get on a plane and forget this
hit you, you hit the floor This track is the third hit, that's for sure Beat thick reminiscin' of a bodacelli I'm like a cheetah huntin' out on the Serengeti
