[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Intro by Richard K Szabo, Lyrics: Bard G. Eithun, April 2005] Strong in solitude Will, determination Ability to tear down
Ladies and gentlemen, It's good to meet again, It's good to get you in one place Don't think about your lies, left in the cold outside You have no name
tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn
my god you caught my eyes like from 20 yards You so damn fine Listen I don?t eat peaches but the way you look to night I just might take a bite Come
3: 50 Cent] Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there It is what it is dawg, man life's not fair Ya friends
man is talking to (Esoteric)] Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta there What I tell you bout makin? all that (no) Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya ass to bed god
is ready me men don't need to coast the homie shows keep the gat close ? shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man like you jackals bars of
I called a man with donkey And fled with my baby into the dark night I said my name's Mary, mild and demure From my thighs a baby God's procured I
's breath after polishing off his 9th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here
crossroads, Bone thugs inspired 1st of the month, crunk to the buyers Rent too paid on the coupe you been fired Smooth criminal, no prior's Man in the
Man to man is so unjust, children: Ya don't know who to trust. Your worst enemy could be your best friend, And your best friend your worse enemy. Some
Man to man is so unjust, children You don't know who to trust Your worst enemy could be your best friend And your best friend your worst enemy Some will
is struggle and strive. If I don't do anybody any harm, I might make it back home alive. I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band Got
tings dem Busy Supa eeh suh we do it Yuh fuck fi know Is a new ting yuh nuh... Wha dem ah deal wid testing Supa [Verse 1:] Me nuh taste, mi nuh bite
stage just as soon as I come out the house So I might as well give them somethin to talk about I bust a rap to make a blind man believe in the boogey
