times like these who define who you are. Are you gonna step down? Or are you gonna raise the bar? I?m not stepping down! You have to press on! PRESS ON! Take on
be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause
-N Come on! Girl, make no mistake, right by my side Little mama that's your place, keep holding me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side
scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my love
a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends Til the law ends, flossin' Rollin' in my
my New York thugs, thugs? Now where my Texas thugs, thugs? My Kansas City thugs, thugs? Where my Milwaukee thugs, thugs? My Colorado thugs, thugs? Where my
eat Niggaz done took too many chances shovelin' snow And ended up facin' a lifetime for tryin' to sco' I'm givin livin' definitions on the subject of dope One week he back on
up to us for how long we gon' last (They're the bad guys) You put your crack on my table I turn my axe on my neighbor and my back to my Savior You had
Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm started Cold-blooded, warm-hearted Either way you on target Move to the side
Workin' around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo Five minutes flat the whole town though Lot is assumin' a niggas salary More lies than truth definitely
off boy this has got me feelin' naughty I wanna know boy if I could be your shorty (Most definitely) Set it off boy, make me hot all over my body (Break
am So I began my search, my journey started in church It gave my heartache relief when I started to understand belief Hustlin' was like a gift spent my
through the school halls Just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off (hah!) My house, my home, my hood (Hah!) My brother, my sister, my cous' (Hah!) My
on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax on" How many MC's must get dissed?
had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin yeah okay I turned straight into a hustla crap on bustas skrilla fo reala from them suckas I gave my mama
