Refrain: Four strong winds that blow long Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change Come what may Well, our good times are all gone
: (Ian Tyson) [Chorus:] Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, All those things that don't change, come what may. But our good
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(feat. Taskforce) [Intro: Chester P] Taskforce, a hundred strong beats [Verse One: Chester P] I can't fight no more, this life's beat me In times like
(Ian Tyson) [Chorus:] Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, All those things that don't change, come what may. But our good
take a Kodak Cause you got some'n mean on Like you painted them jeans on And your whole clique bad, and your team's strong I know your ex want you back
loose, until you drop Them off the scenery, doing something crazy Wouldn't have to go through this shit, ain't that was another place to be That's why I ride behind you a hundred
that hustle on Staying strong like ammonia, as I bleed the block Leaving that bitch swollen up, like I beat the cops Going rock for rock, breaking down every zone 95 hundred woofing, where these niggas be strong
toe to toe blow to blow I'll knock ya punk ass out on the flo' and I heard about that track you tryed to diss me on so bitch be gone,my click is strong
this song is about disabowed sperm and the mining of human concern many cells split, many men died in 1998 the year of my strong, fair rap collection
(feat. SKG) [2Pac] Now you've been actin like you want it for a long time All up in a nigga face, givin me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'
The Free But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me Steady strong
CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred
south, drugs and rappin, Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum, Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic, Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred
's a purpose underneath it all, divine plan a scheme of all, Then do what you got in it, growin' learnin', find your proper callin, Stay strong and take
like giving up Nothing's good enough A piece of me is gone But deep within these ashes There's a healing passion So I carry on And somehow I stay strong
I don't have verizon Man I'm chillin with my niggas nigga And a couple cool bitches What the fuck u doin? Bullshitttin Me and my niggazzz say it ain't Ton Hundred
