a fire in our eyes And we'll believe in every word she writes, And I believe in my friends tonight. (Whoa-oh) Whoa-oh, I can never get enough of this.
not the type to get upset and cry cause i'll never leave my heart open never hurts me to say goodbye relationships dont get deep to me never got that whole enough
Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living Sub-standard condition
people are poor can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life That's rap music fault It's rap music fault, that we got all this goddamn laws and
theme song hits, gets you reinforcements We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks Bare-knuckled men through fight pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this
the music of the night . . . (During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned CHRISTINE to the coldness of his touch and her fingers are brave enough
and over again Was this woman he had never noticed before He lost himself in the articulated manner in which she said them, huh These 2 words - little bit behind the beat Mean just enough
care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces. Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over again Was this woman he had never noticed
with the crew, Converting you is our mission. If you're a born Technician, Put your ammunition, And your hands up in the sky. This is a strong addiction, Live to this
remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living Sub-standard condition
in the muthafuckin morning what the fuck are you doin out here? Out here trappin tryin to get rid of this ?? purp man. Man, you can come with me on one condition
It Absoutely Manditory Respect This Hustle, Respect This Hustle Wont Accept Nothin Less, So Respect This Hustle [T.I.:] You Think You Been Pulling Gats Cussing Fussing Enough Here Bragging Bout These Nbiggas You Been Busting Enough
(to be real) I get with you boy on one condition If you promise not to ever mention All the things we do to any of your friends I will promise you love never
So... you think you're untouchable?" [Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic thuganomics This is ba-basic thugamoics
Sometimes I know that it's never enough Survival is fine but satisfaction is rough I try with an Angel tonight Spread these wings and I'm on for the
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin
the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum The warship I dock, is a property of his worship It's awkward when we talk about morbid conditions Vividly described, from this
