we so good at holding on to the past? If we weren't speeding, I'm sure we wouldn't have crashed. Under the influence of our shallow lust; I know we should
and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin' Tell me why we die, we all God's children All this hate can't last forever (Uh, c'mon
Why my family luck so bad I sit and wonder We ain't close like we should and it's taking us under The only time we come together is to have a funeral
fortune. [Chorus x2] I learned at a young age you gotta grind for it. We been waitin all day n night for it. It seems like weve been waiting all our
wrote this act? Isnt it hard beeing friends with coke heads? they always say lets go somewere and we'll talk, what they realy mean is lets go somewere and I'll talk and
, getting some head Writing raps all day, even in bed And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit The funk rap master, made to fit Just her, I'm all
Headed to you and just thought about how good he was brought up Coulda, woulda, outta one track mind They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter And
so true how could you doubt me? Allow me 'Cry, it's all me now You can blow after, it's all me now It's all me time, it's all me in my prime And only
we did back then Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in Hit the strip and go and get the shit crack in Gun wars and drug deals, I seen 'em happen When
this shit back to basement and we can discuss statements Thats made on this tape and its whole original The music that we all know and love The music we
another age An offer and a pilot drew him west The series bombed, commercials came And though nobody knew his name They all recognized the potential he possessed Deodorants and
day, (times, struggles) 940, (in the ghetto) Going through hell to come out right This is what we must go through to reach heaven (this what we go through
me later" Damn, what went wrong? Can't we all just get along and make hit songs? Bitches all up in my ass like a thong If this was a show, y'all hoes
the next day She took me to this party In beverly hills Where me and chris tucker Couldn't get in Because of our ball caps And they was all about dollar
' and puffin', windows foggy Didn't know when I come of age, I'd be a gluten for muffins Homeboy when I seen this I mean this I was really shocked And
at rappin' I was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was lackin' Yo so I'm 'bout to talk about what shoulda, woulda and coulda happened If music was about inovatin' and
To stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends Pimpin' and paperin' leavin' sugar in Till money flow like a dreamland But really though, could
walk around talkin' this and that How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would fold Thirty days
