up all night long Let?s never say good night Everything will be alright Everything will be alright From monday to thrusday we waited This weekend will be
my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer Trying to find a sister with a voice The phat
it was meant to be, it'll be soon This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be
's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by
rapping, that's all they can say And how I dogg bitches, every day But if you can't be a dogg, then you're weak You be phony like a side show freak Some
I'm living it Agreed we all have choices but mine limited mostly by my decisions If I knew then what I knew now I'd a lived live different I'd be a
Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing Hard to be a
years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near Spokane In England the face of a dead woman shown Etched out a wheat field
bye) The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play) The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by) But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R
damn Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you I will be right by your side, when you goin' through
breathe no mo' Give a blessing to every nigga, that held us down My people issue in hell right now [Chorus] [Magic] I'm a ridiculous lyricist, you hear
be the lion-hearted Join in the minstrelsy Wailing in endless grief It eagerly longs for more Broken bodies lay on the ground Blood sheds all over the place The green will be
knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the
would learn 'cause I'm young and fine But I'm broke, so I'm tryin' to make a hustle out of rhyme. I gotta see the world one girl at a time, but you're
is no such thing as a fuckin friend mabey you got to get them secretly they out to get you cant no love be in yo heart by the way fuck these
be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love
it Be is to be a born, knawmean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing
difference between a psychic and a prophet? (well) A prophet gets the word of God through the Holy Spirit (and) A psychic receives it from evil spirits that be
