is not for rent And its all right if you feel like crying, but i won't leave you alone, \"Cause nothing in this world worth fighting for is easy, I thought
Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause
to wear in better days And forget about the words then say them anyway Just get straight and baby you could have it all Cause I think that everything's worth fighting for
Kept my mind fried Slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes
this I fought for this, I fight for this, I spend my life for this And if you put your brain to work it ain't hard to decipher this Counting down the days
financial fables, Fight to make their incomes larger--mounted on their 'credit charges.' Held within the safety of this mundane existence-- Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine
mine I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times And we searching for this nigga
for next year, my dear I say cheers and guzzle eleven beers to celebrate The years of my life, I got mo' days than foes' days Though some I hold days
life Dallas days and Fort Worth nights All day long he sets his sights On ice cold beer and neon lights Dallas days and Fort Worth nights Dallas days and Fort Worth
in my palm And for the people paranoia's a weapon so stay calm For the toys, I take flight again for soundbombing One-nine-nine-nine like sadat x and
time Don't say shit, or watch that ass catch a nine (pow...) Real riders do shit that real riders do Long Beach and South Cen-tral, for real crimin fool
