lord to see it through And I'm never never ever Givin' up on you and... You won't save face Or state your case So speak your peace Fuck it - just fuck it
...... and the beat goes I know you hate it Here go my motivation bra I'm with my dogs Fuck us... naww nigga fuck yall .... and the beat goes If you know they hate it
, this I know But I still love hood money, I gets my dough And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church And still turned out fucked up, I did so
fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro
(feat. Nas) [Nas] Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... [Verse 1] Vice behind
(Feat. Nas) [Nas] Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... [Verse 1] Vice behind
hate the back pain) There's much to be gained with the money and fame (It's like that) I feel the power when I hear it in the streets (It's like rap)
make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it
, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, thats how it goes Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro (One more time!, whoo) Hit 'em up,
can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all
be eight deep [1] Oh aight, word [2] So come on down, it's on yo [1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us? [2] Yeah it's just us [1] Oh damn, whassup with some
'm never caught up in the glass eye of your action cam, cause I'm down low Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough It's the Philly borough dread
Pain! Deep in my heart! Pain! Got me this far! Pain! Follows me in the dark! Pain! So I copped the new car! Pain! Washed down my thoughts! Pain! Makes
