. Give it all you got. We've been given a chance. Give it all you got and don't give in. Don't give up and don't pretend. I hope you'll never take steps
Give it all you got. We've been given a chance. Give it all you got and don't give in. Don't give up and don't pretend. I hope you'll never take steps
dealer shoes Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues I been in the game for awhile I done graduated I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded You don't
come up I need every single dime 5, 9, 6, 51, 09 Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g Drop it on Ivana street to protect it I'm up by 2:
to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga How u feel gettin caught up
for you, I cry for you why can't it be alright, why can't it be forever it is disillusioned, but still I don't know I can't see through, what do you do
at a wall If it hadn't have been for Mandy Her promise up above me Well I wouldn't be here at all So if you're travellin' in the sky Don't be surprised
please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X] [E.D.I.] Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to
ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz give me props Forever hop, cause it don't stop On my block [Chorus
give up, baby don't cry [Young Noble] Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright} Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry [2Pac + H.E.A.T.] Baby don't
can see That you obviously don't know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, f**k the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams
'round with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to
up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows
Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead You think you don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck I pistol whip your ass down, watch your
can't sing too well, But I can make that kitty-cat swell So before I push up, Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck! This ain't "I Dream of Jeannie