So everybody in the whole wide world. Turn up your speakers till your eardrums burst. Don't skip the track just listen verse by verse, but for better
You can't ignore, The words and the phrases that we have wrote. You signed and promised we're in this together to fail is to never try. In spite of everything
face. Oh how I wish you knew, The things I'd do to forget you. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE! I dare you to prove me wrong. Your words they could never
Shut it, lock it, forget and look the other way. My head is buried under clouds and playing pretend. And we'll lie and we will spurn every chance to take
The day I turned eighteen, I found myself taking one last look at this dead end street Where my band would play and the cops would fucking rage. So I
. Have you failed to recognize? Success isn't measured in the weight of our golds and dimes. Or did you forget that your word is our biggest prize? RESPECT
proud so bold. do you recognize those footprints in the sand? they have always been your own/ its beautiful. so whats another day to spend away from her
to make it twice You need to stop rocking ice Learn to rock a mic I hope my words come as a shock Get off your own jock Probably why everybody's taking
kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her, but her
after day with the help of some good friends, Irma , Lee Ann , Deca and Fabio. lyrics in [brackets] represent words still under discussion, make your own
if you read? Our main attraction is our main distraction Thanks for asking, actually I can?t stand her Who is she? She draws every man and every woman From every land to her
One:] When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on [Chorus] [Verse Two:] Yeah nigga I got tha word
I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman
in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words
A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha) I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her I
to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people down deep down I know she's right but maybe soon ill make her
