: and through the years heartbreak and tears these days still mean everything together holding on together standing strong these days still means everything
the East! [Professor X] Yes! I'm that kind of nigga The one you fear, be scared you can't figger The one that has the finger on the trigger, boom! In
just listen at my cd cuz i live in my songs (VERSE 3) Uhh i can do bad one deep i wish i could flip in a bentley coupe with just one seat, ....... cigarillo with just one
fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one Say my name, watch
of life but we don't all win Most of us ride the bench until were called in Struggling to get noticed in the side the one-sided On nation under God so
the ceiling Teasin these girls eyes But they was feelin over this lil rap villain [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I can't lose Don't matter who I'm facin The number one Under 21 artist in this nation
m just playin wit y'all niggaz i'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, i'm just playin wit y'all niggaz! they told me to! (echoes) (chorus: mr. porter) they see my name
Hold two lives and four wives Up in the crack capsule Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you Rush pass You couldn't touch cash If it was under your
from that coma Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag and still got dope, under
, sort it out, 'cause they disagree on a gangland boundary. Yes, they disagree on a gangland boundary. There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva
weight (A yeah yeah) Yeah, blaze one for the nation (A yeah yeah) You know my name You know my name (A yeah yeah) You know my name [Mr. Short Khop] Yeah
, wait a minute You might not be looking for the promised land, but you might find it anyway Under one of those old familiar names Like New Orleans (New
. John: every nation will have a prototype. I think i was out talking to one of the austrian tv guys. I said can you name me one european country which
of the Nation Bitc...bit...bitc...bit...bitch One nation under a pimp Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped One nation under a pimp Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped One nation under
, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? One
you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance? Do you ever ask yourself, When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?! [Verse One
canned-goods, wont cut the Grei-pupon We got the layer-on, back to the drawing board can't afford to lose journey beyond One, slash one slash ninety-one