in the sand We could just call it quits, only to start over again With somebody else Every time we're stuck in struggle, I'm down for the count that down
I'm the Entertainer ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, I'm the Entertainer ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha Keep the peace, a leap of faith Take a count to 10, from alpha
76 pounds to break down in the basement? What you know bout chances enough Air Course Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Lambert Air Port? What you know bout losin' count
true indeed Jesus is who He be, the only One that saves men From the heavenlies but down to earth like the pavement Cheer this champion, no more dissin' Him On the count
not as young as I used to be Down the road waits misery Why cannot death just set me free! Countless armies have I attacked Not once have I backed down
steam I am ready for my final symphony Oh my body is weak But my soul is still strong I am ready to rest in your arms And the rain beat down on the rooftops
yards No rims, just fists, no mask, no jerseys Four corners with yellow ropes all around Referees in blue, who's next to go down Count 1, 2 and homie
to run You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin' is done. There'll be time enough for countin
happen. I'm just fine. A final warning, if that's what this is I swear that I'm done. Tomorrow morning. I'll flush all the rest down I promise. But deep down
organs three inches away from my heart My name went down in history, as the illest MC Rewind it and count it, thirty-three threes
me well I'm sorry, but I stopped missing you in self defense Dick Clark doesn't need to breathe for time to still count down our days to the final
Curtains falls down Lights come on I'm alone in the dark and I sang final notes from my heart Times when I write Late at night in my room The candles
dust finally settled, they both walked away. Yeah, they became best of friends that day. The cowboy an' clown, close as two brothers. Chips up or down, they could count
care the amount, You are the rapist, dealing in death count. And you do this with mercenary morals, you shit, Oh, you've been told about dignity down
on, its a fucking warzone With the thieves in the hood don't look good Never ever thought she could jump off like that now O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down
move so motherfucker don't say nothin' Stop the teller give up the cash bitch don't say nothin Fatal pull up quickly wit tha ride So we hop inside countin
of the rapture Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought But then you got caught up in my final
do it) now they wanna ask em how a nigga smash em see the with they have em (Smack em to it). heyheyheyhey Now they gotta know what a nigga do all day count