You gotta be free I hoped your blinded eyes will see You gotta believe, yeah Don't, don't fear, don't break it You gotta be free, you gotta believe Don
will see You gotta believe Yeah D-D-Don't fear, don't break it You gotta be free (You gotta believe) Don't, don't let him hold you down C'mon, c'mon
away Ooh, yeah Leave by night, and stay by day Say your with me, There's gold ahead, there's golden dreams And life's hells and bad pleas, yeah will you
the girl And you crushed your soul Around you standing out of reach Before you know So you wet your? finger Hold it up But there's no wind there Telling you where you where you
trying to wrap my head around If everything will be alright And how you didn't have to do it now And I don't know how you managed to sleep with knowing that you
eyes will see You gotta believe Yeah D-D-Don't fear, don't break it You gotta be free (You gotta believe) Don't, don't let him hold you down C'mon,
respect you even through the prejudice. You're blind leading blind It's not hard to see. Yeah... You gotta believe! Don't fear. Don't break it. You gotta
?d trade it all [P.Diddy] Fabolous Diddy Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all,
, summers gonna appose you, Please don't make me be the someone that expose you, (Word Word!) I snatch yea kids, or someone that you close to, Then the
boat, let 'em sink Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink You can't
.Diddy talking) yeah there it is, diddy, desert storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it
rock my diesels Speakin on the beats I can beat it till it's bleedin Hes I'll he kickin seaf... let me tell you who I'm is (WALE) Yea, you better act like you
I'm Bad, Hit You In Your Eye And Your Bitch Hit U When Youre High, Now You It, Now You Sit Hardcore Baby, Yeah Hot Cars Stop Call Rockstar What You Know
the corner while you parle' with dun I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you
of the violence [Chorus 1x] [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill] The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are! But I've been rockin' mic's since the days
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
