all had to endureA man shattered by griefA war without justiceThe power of hope a nation divided by hatredThe strenght of courageThe triumph of the human spiritThe savior
for this song, but we do, moment of silence for the people that's gone. Shhhhh. To those restin in peace, those dead and deceased, soon again we meet. Or
recognize So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win) So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gone do Face? (I'm a play the
can get no fair one 'Cause we was dealt the bad hand from the jump And we can't deal, so we jack and get drunk And might end up locked down or six feet
even gotta do me cuz aint no one gon do me better than imma do me so so imma do me my WATCH SAY TIME TO DO ME. u dont kick it like i kick it, bitch i
that Slim had, Slim! See I'm cut broke, in a skit mask Well, then lose the number, do me a favor I ain't a life guard, I can't be your savior You met
is restricted You're addicted to the words you inflicted Time after time, line after line Talking 'bout the bitches that are on your mind Do they call you Short because of your height or
bill let me chip in for the tip I dont understand why you beg for forgiveness Just b4 you do it again Is it more altruistic to worship or actually help
You really don't have to do this Why do people jus ask for things When they don't really want it They should just shut up Uh uh uh uh (What?) Uh uh (
do I know you from? I've been travellin' I been everywhere for someone like you But I haven't found someone that does what you do Stay in, do ya? Go out do
bout tied of bitches asking me have I been in love I'm a human being bitch til I do pump blood Let the rumor do some shit that a nigga didn't like When
P A R I S is a blessin' ya Can't underestimate or recreate The sounds of Scarface, let the man break There is no in-between, you are either free or you
What would you do if you Knew all of the things we knew Would you stand up for truth Or would you turn away too And then what if you saw All of the things
t come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win, lose or draw, to the jaw take one Derange lyrical launcher, or
The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery Sayin that the slice aint nice that's perjury The music infiltrates you mutates you Grabs you holds you moulds you and let you Do
way I was wretched and as blind as could be But my Savior in love gave me peace from above When He reached down His hand for me When my Savior reached
he mentally illy Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
