. They spread this disease, and then the selfish motherfuckers do what they please. Their pockets are full, but their hearts are empty. And once again we're short-changed
You're Special... You Know I Meet A Lot Of Beautiful Women... But You... You Make Me Feel Good... So Good... It's Hard To Describe You Ya Know... It'
a memory and telling me to find me a life. Change, there's no changing, what cannot be changed. And you are witness to a silent conversation. Nothing but the black
black And now you want our love back Well come into my arms and fall, my lover man Was it a gypsy's curse or a hex sign Or was it just that simple thing
shorts, eyes black with pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed. "What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now
on post up, hold up for them hookers that be lookin like toe up from the floor up for rockin definites amounts to cock but still it dont change the reason
: [Verse 1] I got my face painted, crazed aint it That a black dude lookin like he got a white tattoo People thinkin that he way tainted...by evil Treat
life gutter living nigga coming straight from the brain Some handle the stress others break from the pain It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed
Real life gutter living nigga coming straight from the brain Some handle the pressure others break from the pain It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed
it You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it We on It?s Young Money, motherfucker If you ain?t runnin? wit it, run from it, motherfucker
came out I'll show you what change 'bout Unroll your blunts, pour your champagne's out Dullers of the pain, so you can plainly see the black man pain
Indian community Infested with small pox, knowin they had no immunity Today it's AIDS, you best believe it's man made Cause ain't a damn thing changed
it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker
It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it
I'm a shine Never come short on my issue, I'm on it every time And I'll never be past it, you better gimme me mine It's my money and I want it every
shit I keep the strong rhymes runnin' My shit don't switch, I'm 10 years in and ain't changed one bit It's all about the real, nigga, I keeps it real
the show make 'em change the flow Cash don't make it, put it on hold Stand back and watch the bitch go gold (Candy paint, sittin on low) Headlights shine
catch a brother slipping He'll be short, shorter than short With my hands around his troat Fool, come off the chain and bracelet I know it's wrong but face it
