to let you out You seem to think it's too late don't give up We're not dead he cannot kill me I am your life your voice within It's time to break loose
sho' sound good COMIN OUT YO' TRUNK Watch me as I pump like a fist in a fight and get you all strung like a FIEND on a crackpipe with the sureshot, not
to a hater YoU can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop
None! And Bill Poole? Has no idea!] A new hope for the poor folks, just a penny to the rich There's a rally down on one street as a fire burns in Kensington
Then lick my ass up and down Lick it 'till your tongue turns doo-doo brown Don't try to be slick and give me a kiss C'mon, baby, we can do this! [Fresh
) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change? Made a livin out of cuss words,
or summer I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho (Lloyd Banks) (You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner Niggaz knows, what, you
J. Lo] It?s funny cause, for a while, I walked around with a smile but, Deep inside, I could hear, voices telling me this ain't right. Don?t you know
followed) How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what? Daylight
's gotta be desperation Can't feel no pain when I'm thinking about you Dreamin' isn't black and white Can't make no gain 'til my vision c-comes true Give
t stand for somethin' You will fall for anythin' If you don't stand for somethin' You will fall for anythin' Get up [Xzibit:] Yeah Yeah [Alice:] Don't
in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em Up" like 'Pac
a one night stand That caddy drivin' man with grams all up in his hands C'mon and roll with a G, c'mon and smoke with a G And I know, your daddy and
One:] A long time he a tell you bout the dirty slavery A long time he a tell you bout the brutality A long time he a tell you bout the H.I.M. prophecied
world Weren't able to save The Magnificient Maria Who let herself die] J'avoue que certains soirs quand la foule applaudit C'est a elle que je pense a
chanter, s'aimer [Hours of glory paced with doubts The price it costs To always want The voice that flickers, that shines The room filled with a love
I woke up this morning baby, The blues was pouring out of me" A hundred times I said those words Those words others wrote With all my voice, with all my soul "With
