children - From deep inside- Our hearts to show them that we care - For their lives- It's us who can make the difference - So take the time- Open your hearts
re lacking satisfaction from your other half And honey you?re packing from the back And the captain makes it happen Pardon what?s the matter He gots you shattered Heard
her at But you know we had a bond no ring no paper and I don't hear this shit when I bring home paper My ears to the streets what you gonna tell us ?
close to.. feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood) Cops drive in it every 5
at But you know we had a bond no ring no paper And I dont hear that shit when I bring home paper My ears to the streets wat you know you tell us You keep
us hear your song Telling us how you are changing right from wrong 'Cause if you really want to hear our views "You haven't done nothin'"! Yeah [Jackson 5
now I'm just living for the moment Living for the moment (woah) [x4] From when I was younger My pain was driven by hunger No-one could tel my nuffin To save me from
care of the stash and hid the money from the draw You done the right thing, they had me up on the floor So you saved me from getting 5 years or more,
playing with this thang, but you all about your change They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24/7 all day, and in business But on the low, 5-0 ain
sco' anything there, from drank to marijuana And the corner, is for the stronger heart Separate the men from the boys, and the weak from the smart And apart, from
and parlay You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday If he's really a friend, you would turn him in That's what the laws would tell us
track you tryed to diss me on so bitch be gone,my click is strong nigga you just skin and bones I keep tellin these niggaz-I roll with felony niggaz I done lapped you 5
he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints But I know, that
that he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints But I know
em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us
blessings though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson and all my niggas in the pen' here we go again Ain't nothing seperating us from
