I'll write this song And I will try to think about who was wrong I'd drive the coast for you baby But I'm never gotta sort this out on my own I can'
We used to stay up late on weekends Talking bout our lives You said you'd be there always You said you'd never leave my side Did you know, did you know
Our time apart has taught me That we cant be together, Our time apart has taught me, That be cant be forever You told me you'd be there You told me
dumping her on the crew And this is everyday, won't stop til I'm old and grey I drop in the MIA, pop when I'm on my stay, shop than I'm on my way First
would come with new weather as the blank dormers stared at each other, or into thick Autumn air. Was that Allston in late 89, or some other place, some other
negativity and full of pain We're brothers, down with each other for they own gain So I keep on steppin', and keep on rappin' Statyin' above the others
would you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well why don't you let me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah
pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
I cant win so I'm inviting some help and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there
take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other
of order, must be serviced See now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run
shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears This is me, who's got to be What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boopers see me on
out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream after the witnesses disappeared on
a 12 gauge Mossburg kid, two shots and you can wet like half a block this shit here gets my dick hard, it's a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots if you
Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They say I got it locked Hold on a second homie,
I'm the one But hold on let me answer the other line somebody calling me DJ Ice's hittin' me Baby you know how the ballin' be See he got Stevie on the
