this trance It might take everything It might take more this is the only thing worth giving your life for some die for this I?ve seen it first hand some die for
, beautiful farm on the top of the hill whenever I pass by I'm thinking I will find someone like you goodbye avenue and then I'll be yearning for this
are firm an' confident We know for which battle we stand Dem will not deceive us again with false pretence Get outta control get outta control Stop that rain this
, And I hope you can whistle this sweet melody When the road gets rough and you feel in despair My friend, This song?s for you You?re such a good man, And
fat ass blunt Put a talend in her Unplug the smoke detector Get my head off and then eject her Imma macaroni man I don't think you understand I don't pay for
and over and over and over again What can I tell you, you got me so twisted Tossing and turning Over and over and over and over again So I wrote a
in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O But see I need this beat for Anybody
(spun) with no directions just tryna get some (some) tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun) this is how i lost more than i had ever won and
staring at niggas careers But talk about it for years and now we finally here [Chorus:] I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls (and
no nuts Me and my people use to beat you up Now you on top and think you to much (to much to much) [Chorus:] We got em goin down for the count Lookin
judge you, Stop praying it's time to live... Do you follow the leader, do you really think that you need this push to make you move ? "...And justice for
had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could
' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat Get over it Get over it All this whinin' and cryin
in my hair, are clear and cut, right? Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why
it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it (Nigga you know) and
wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and
