the nights we stayed up all too late The red and white stripes, they would blend Them warm, washed-out lips Ripped magazines to you is all I could send Troubled
on along Little children starving in a foreign land, talk about it brother Man afraid to shake his brother's hand (fan the fire, fan the fire) Woman in trouble
, come on along Little children starving in a foreign land, talk about it brother Man afraid to shake his brother's hand (fan the fire, fan the fire) Woman in trouble
Talk to my troubled brain If you can feel my pain So much hurting that's living in my head Now I can barely breathe And now my heart's disease And my
['Pac talking] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the
lethal weapon Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits
the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd, As long as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking
[Talking: Soulja Boy] Soulja boy Tellem! Yeah and the boy Bow Wow in the building (haha) My swag too official man (I mean so is my swag) Ya'll can't
for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin
dont think so Wipe my ass with a tissue and roll it back up in a roll Are you ready now, here we go The bald eagle has landed I'm back in ya hair, sorry
would drop one for every single thing he showed us. And I'll be standing in a puddle. I stay away from niggas that could land me in some trouble. And
There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers
Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch You sound like you come from the land of the bigots Jolly old Dickens, the land of
?t even stand definitely couldn?t walk throwin out phat whistles cuz i couldn?t even talk i was elevated d-loc?s above faded the land of Heineken ?? ever
a sexy girl [Big Syke] Say suga you look like a winner Let's have dinner tonight Escape your troubles and take a flight over night to the land of the
dogs on my trail School children sitting in jail Black cat cross my path I think every days gonna be my last Lord have mercy on this land of mine We