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's
Amin):] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple
: Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window
I'm wrong but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got
ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up Baby let's, get it on! I like the
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's no way
: (feat. Stretch) [2pac:] Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God
at the end of another good day I can't tell you how long we'll be gone But as long as we're together then forever's never too long Too long, oh no Do
the room And when this is gone What else are we gonna do? We've gotten good at eye contact While regurgitating lies Learn to swallow hard so we won't cry It's
say. Alex: We could have been so good together; (Woo!) We could have lived this dance forever. (Yeah, sing it, boy.) But now who's gunna dance with me
, but Jesus had gone straight Well if you ask me the whole city has gone to hell Straight to hell The only good thing about this city is summer. It?s
these people'll go to for crumbs Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do? That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools There's not too many that
nigga we overseas You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore Triple x, wet sex, who's
Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't
need Perelli's to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's
m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's
questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's
need Perelli's to look mean on 22's. {Whoooo! } Stash-box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone! [car tires squeal] 2003