One step ahead.Striving forward never looking back.Reaching for the goal that's within my grasp.In my life You give me the strength to carry on.One step
man i felt the power of Christ that binds us why can't we work it out man get together, put the past behind us no one can tear us apart NO ONE!!
now You're the one, you see right through me You're the one, past all I've done You're the one, into the real me You're the one, same now I knew it
me now. You're the one, you see right through me. You're the one, past all I've done. You're the one, into the real me. You're the one,same now I knew
man. I felt the power of Christ that binds us. Why can't we work it out man. Get together, put the past behind us. No one can tear us apart, no one
One step ahead. Striving forward never looking back. Reaching for the goal that's within my grasp. In my life You give me the strength to carry on. One
remember the squad Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas [Hook: x2] Remember me, I'm the one
fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O
s over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White boys done wrecked their shit Tryin to check my ride I ain't being bootsy Crusin' in a Six-o Impala Drivin
Buju Banton, Dramacydal, Notorious B.I.G., Stretch) * the word 'police' is censored on the album version of this song One time, one time nigga one time
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one
We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef, I pop a hundred times Be like roadkill, I live nigga's brains on one
Rick Ross:] Bitch I got money too "Trilla" album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin
ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o
One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent
