signal before you put yourself at risk to fail. Draw breath in real slow. Here's your only chance, so please don't choke! And if it's now or never then
a signal before you put yourself at risk to fail. Draw breath in real slow. Here's your only chance, so please don't choke! And if it's now or never then
never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never be another
will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never be
that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the
tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights
live to fight another day I'm Undefeated! It's stand or fall! You can laugh and walk around me with my back against the wall I'm Undefeated I got the prize
s no prize being me and getting to wise, they just make you turn around and go apologize. I don't wanna lose what I've got, but you'll never here me
signs all strategued Just try it and you tease Brings triumph and believe I'm a lion or a deem Inspired by the green Never tired nor fatigue Never defiant to my team Never
saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now
Take the boat - leave me here - go now, don't wait . . . Just take her and go - before it's too late . . . Go . . . Go now - go now and leave me! (RAOUL
finish, T punching the V Like a prize fighter, eyes light up When I glide by the thighs Try the size, why the cries? Cause I be the pied piper Wide or
in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries
the hoe, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna
will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me an' no matter what they do There will never be another
the prize within my line of sight, yeah Now cat's drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe, word Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin' to fight
punching the V Like a prize fighter eyes light up when I glide by the thighs Try the size, why the cries? 'Cause I be the pied piper, wide or tighter
every righteous man lets fight this plan of a other man waxin thoughts of a brother man satans waitin for us to be hatin each other sister brother or
