you reach your goal The end of this road Another step to the new dimension Before you travel on Let me hear your story Where do you come from, tell me of your early
many reasons to buy another round, drink it down just another night on the town with the big man, money man, better than the other man he got the plan
from here Somewhere more familiar Too much time spent dragging the past up I didn't see you not looking when I messed up Settling down in your early
ve done the right thing like you knew we would Because we are here for your dancing pleasure With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure Now the man
wake up early in the morning, at the crack of dawn Nigga still tired so I'm yawning, and now I'm gone Tryin' to get my money on strong so an early
: I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with
mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man
't drink But daddy do coke, and mama can't think So look like I'ma be the man of the house Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out Up early
walk on the wild side, enjoy the view Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time Makin love 'til the early light Sweetheart don't fight
set girl with pig tails and curls A heart full of gold Still it won't change the world Though she could never understand why Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man
s so pitiful I'll leave you motherfuckers critical We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin Too $hort tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early
tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya
on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early
: Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go [2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
go tell Daz man and Bogart and the rest of them niggaz c'mon man, niggaz is trippin man Front desk all callin me tellin me to get the hell outta here man
tha very taste out your mouth If you call me when you need me 1-800-skypage when you wanna see me cause I can be your man and baby you can be my
the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" [Chorus - 2pac:] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead [2pac:] Man, ain
? Yeah, nigga, that Baretta you saw her dippin in. All of a sudden, she ain't got no time to spend with the nigga that's spendin the chips. Man, those