potential-we'll never know WE MUST BELIEVE-no one has to be a slave to destiny WE MUST BELIEVE-in everyone's potentiality WE MUST BELIEVE-yes, I believe
Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck Twenty inches TV is a must By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus Verse Two: Lil' Turk A lil nigga seventeen
off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off They took a chance and lost let's spray A-K and make
better yet a cliche (I can't believe it!) To rap in the eight-tay, no lenses in the east-say? They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played
with me Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a brick
I guarantee my team don't choke Wanna war, you niggaz better bring yo 4 And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let
heart All alone with my secret heart [3:] I must have held your hand A thousand times And felt your heart was beating Next to mine Even though it's just a
is what it is [Hook:] [Jazze Pha] Nowadays, that's the way it is [Ras Kass] Why do we do what we do when we do what we must, that's how it is, and how
piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed off They took a chance and lost Let's spray A-K and
across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words
is a thousand beyond Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated Quadriplegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated Not even God can believe
make believe And dreams are all I have Because you're far away All alone with my secret heart All alone with my secret heart I must have held your hand a thousand
a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear rehashed
inches TV is a must By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
What You Got?" We got better whips than you got "What You Got?" We got better cribs than you got "What You Got?" We got better bitches than you got "What
before the show we are in a hotel Cicero, the three of us, sittin' up in a hotel room, boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went
