If I can get through this I can get through anything If I can make it through this I can get through anything If I can get through this I can get through
get through this I can get through anything If I can make it through this I can get through anything I promise you If I can get through this I can get through
, yeah If I can get thru this I can get thru anything If I can make it thru this Oh, I can get thru I can get thru this I can get thru this I can make
~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas (Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name) Will they prostitute me? Will they prosecute me? Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this
a biscuit Trap house a drive thru Dying to serve you Ready to place your order or do you need a menu Verse 1 Culinary Art School dying to serve you In
on this, then you ain't up on shit, Super Official with the style, Verse 2: Suffa Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right, And we'll get tongue tied
piece of our click, even the niggas that's talkin' s**t, all our on d**k. (Mo Thug) Better get your woman, get the f**k gone, and leave us alone, you
mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and
right? It don't get much better than this There's nowhere left to run to No use worrying about what you missed Cause here it is baby it don't get better than this
. can you hear this night? it's starry, starry. can you see me mouth out sorry charlie? there's no good taste in this art space. straight porno and snuff
I guess I gave my best for the both of us tonight They're not just words to me, so listen when I speak; I'll see this through Do what you can Do what
leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey sand The winds of time You knock me to the ground I'm dying
up on this then you ain't up on shit [Suffa (Pressure):] Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right? And we'll get tongue tied till we puke together ...
t thug resistant, and they see a nigga dying Choking off his own blood is sickening Picture that, now picture this, picture me running in your lab Like
Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name [Bizzy Bone:] Will they prostitute me? [2x] Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this
Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth Hoping to leave this earth with the
