All for one One for all Untied we stand Divided we fall All of us or none of us Everyone or None All of us or none of us at all All for one One
In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) [Hook
my image, I might call you a hore You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disresepect [BABY BASH] Word around
Imperfect nation. This tree of life so far from perfeciton Share a little love to improve our situation. That old bush just keeps on burning Share the hope for
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
She's looking for a job and to find place to stay, She's looking for the hope in the empty promises. She's working two jobs, keeping alive, She works
may now be with us all In times of freedom, times of fear Mother death stands by their side An unicorn so proud and clear Ride, when all the worlds collide
women labour, but need no invadin Our farms produce giulty grubin Our kids depend on shifty luck see Our news is like "for death is all" Don't blame me for
How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone What of the elders, story tellers in abandoned homes Miss 'em all
Nelly: I saw you yesterday, your eyes all a-glazed, oh no. Was it too much for you to take? Did you want the pain to go away? K'naan: Yeah, I'll take
(feat. Wiz Khalifa) Ayo I'm livin the high life! Fly clothes good liquor good weed Fine hoes all the things I'm a need We make these ladies pants wet
Oooohh I Remember The Time When I Saw Your Face For The Last Time It Was Like Id Never Cried So Much In My Life Before I Know Ur Watching Us; She
've waited all day for No one else but me and you Nothing I would rather do Then hold you all through the night Under my tree Bring along the mistletoe
the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and DeNiro, counting Kilos in casinos They gambinos, for them c-notes man Hustlers
us southside niggas. Fuck it, I guess that's just how it is man. We don't give a damn though. Niggas gonna have to make way for us fool. Cause guess what
deliver, number one, all they internal sins On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless us Allah, you
t no bust, riding on 94's and the game to us Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now