the table Enough is enough, word for word I meant everything you heard I hope you know That it goes to show you're like everyone else I know I hope you know, I hope
on the table Enough is enough, word for word I meant everything you heard I hope you know That it goes to show you're like everyone else I know I hope you know, I hope
is bout to take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?) You goin broke tryna slang that crack And you only gon fight a nigga that ain't gon fight
could never really vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there Rip the title from off
preparing me for these streets Cause every brother don't treat every sister like a queen You visualize my dreams and speak from your heart Much love to my thug boo I hope
fights You can't tell me you don't remember those nights And if I would cry, then you would cry twice To me you are the brightest star under sunlight See, take away my title
waiting for you, Im pretending, and thats all I can do (Thats all I can do mama) the love Im sendin aint making it through to your heart....(I hope you
form three companies Now the whole industry awaits the new recital I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title In their face 'cause I'm
Ha, you know what I'm sayin' Hieroglyphics in here forever Ha, ha Aiyyo, peep it, the back breakin' mack takin' titles Vital to the right I'll make men
you and leave you mangled I'm not the asshole claiming Philly, I'm blowing up the fucking castle Fuck pity and mercy I'm thirsty for the title Kill your
in the clique, in the spot everyday Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way Everyday it's like a title fight
, what's this? I don't know some mail came for you today Fiscal, professional, what's this about man? Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes Peace Allah, hope
hero, while you're a through zero Gettin beat to a pulp so that you can't run for help I heard a gulp in your throat, cause you hope that I'll be merciful
Lying in bed on a weekday night listening to the title fight From a town the radio said was Atlantic City The branches brush the windows the hour is early
script then flip it to keep myself challenged And that's the mark of a true champ-ine That's whether I'm in or outside the ring No fights, no title,
[ARBITER'S ASSISTANTS] Did you make it clear That he has to be here? Does he understand He will lose his title? [ARBITER] How straightforward the game
BETTY Every movie's a circus. Can't we discuss this Schwab's Thursday night? JOE What for? Nothing will happen. I gotta go now. Fight the good fight
