come to look around and realize what's at stake FIGHT! FIGHT! against the tide but the waves continue to break It's been said before "gain the world, lose
Never shit where you sleep, keep the crib out of range And plus you never let these niggaz know where you stay 'Cause when the push turns to a shove, they hit and you
you can funk these words to the letter Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo) [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll
to make it weigh right Call them boys, set you up in broad daylight Yeah I'll bang your bitch I'll do you bad Nine months later, now she screamin' you're the dad If you lose
just lose our minds Like a beast by a beast, see what He created We just lose lose our minds You threw a spank on my spine And my tongue you grind We
and Fee hit the deck Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life That's completely free You want to stay with Milly until you're dead But you just got a bottle
them block cyphers Just to show these local niggas I'm a lot nicer Cause the less you succeed the more you loved for it While the more you achieve the more you
Had A Grind When I Ain Had Sauce You Can Try And Judge Me Ya'll Go Head On Hit Ya A Grind When I Had No Hits You Know I Had To Grind When I Had No Kicks
man, Boom you dead and Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy Only way you be around this muthafucking
, throw your hands in the air if you wanna test this,ha.thats what I thought so, I said you couldn't and even if you could you know you really shouldn
feeling bubbly, you got me twisted CHORUS x2 You're the one, you're the one fly girl, You're the one, You're the one for me Said, you're the one, you
you You're the one, you're the one fly girl You're the one, you're the one for me I said, you're the one, you're the one fly girl You're the one, you
of the head and shanked him with a knife And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues Chorus: You lose
death from crop dusters Bust you up - heads hit the deck like Chad Muska Crusty Demons, fiends who feed off the screaming Scarred by meaning - nah you must just be dreaming Nah you
Could freestyle better or maybe rap faster But soundclash wit us (Don't do that) You flirt with disaster "Evidence of the war" [Inspectah Deck] "Don't ever lose
