Songtexte:
Prize Fight The Now Or Never

a signal before you put yourself at risk to fail. Draw breath in real slow. Here's your only chance, so please don't choke! And if it's now or never then

my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good

traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries

signs all strategued Just try it and you tease Brings triumph and believe I'm a lion or a deem Inspired by the green Never tired nor fatigue Never defiant to my team Never

the hoe, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna

the prize within my line of sight, yeah Now cat's drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe, word Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin' to fight

every righteous man lets fight this plan of a other man waxin thoughts of a brother man satans waitin for us to be hatin each other sister brother or

saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now

I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me baby or leave me Take me baby or leave me A tiger in a cage Can never see the sun This diva needs her