you If you call out, I'll answer you, I'll do anything, If you need this, I'm here for you, You know that I do it for you If you call out, I'll answer
s blood, said he was praying for us That our eyes would see the hope of the call The riches of glory, his inheritance he has in us all Said we was saved by
s a choice we're making We're saving our own lives it's true we'll make a better day Just you and me When you're down and out, there seems no hope at
shaken up by this release The question everbody wants to know is -- why'd they get this nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
that and yo' ass is dead wrong a convo is only three words, "yo whattup" you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you
worth this And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices in life Everybody
lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time neither will I. Now a mother takes loans out, sends her
more heat than the sun do Gorillas out of the concrete jungle We came to just do this for you Sit back and just watch us bubble Gorillas out of the concrete
out You might as well shut ya mouth You'll never score another me, I'll shut it out Act like there's gum in your hair girl, cut it out [Andre 3000:]
been now sauntering out and down a path sometime Come on it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things Telling me not
back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner
m stumped, but wait here comes something, nope, its not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad, krinkel it up and throw that shit out, i'm fisseling now thought I had figured it out
pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I
Instead of caging you in so I guess I gotta let it all out (all out) Break another little wall down (wall down) Let the music in me call out the bitter
Bust heads, YA-Dig Iced out grill I can't buy that bullshit I'm wit some street shit, Like a reverend in the pulpit Chorus: They call me Chef-Boy-
of you stay silent but I've got no choice (Chorus) Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail
you stay silent but I've got no choice [Chorus] Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail Well I've
've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by
