Where's the sense in trying to do what you think is best? when people spit in your face it really puts you to the test nothing you do is good enough
more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck when I bust pull
: (Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue
: I got a question Let me ashe you, can you explain your reasoning to me? It ain't a matter of my hard luck or bad luck When there's no luck in it for
your luck's gone bad, be glad It'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight Shoot point blank at your goals, work hard
sleep better nights That's what we all wish for to seek a better life, right? It's unfortunate when tragedy strikes <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi
golden seal For tomorrows drug test Scared niggaz hugging they techs Don't want to get plugged next Outside there's a bloodfeast We all product, faced with hard luck
off in the hood Knowing each and every nigger sellin', but can you blame the fact the only way a brother can survive the game the block hard to get by
you don't need the hassle I'm too hard to be soft, too loud to be a duck And if you are well then look tough luck It's not your world so don't work at
bout da endin of da world today.. COME! [Ice-T] I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this
you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin' It's like an AIDS test
cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver All he got to do is deliver the savior Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck My cup runneth
'geadd and hold no regrets Then you was no threat I go to death Blessed with God's heed and drop a gem On your melon so hard it make you knock-knee
known for gettin whet here And left here, till the cops come pick us up... [mark curry] Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin your luck Intrudin
of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking send them home with a not I got my house pumped, crunch a problem with my luck Coming
God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) [Chorus: Eminem] Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to
more loves For me hard to figure Get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga Stuck outta luck When I bust Pull
