about our dreams? it's not a waste of time it's our time don't let it slip away and still we try just passed the point of no return and we hold fast
after you and [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya One day maybe next week, I'm gonna find
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be sipping on bubbly Running thangs, ain't no every day
cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I
sent So this is Paul's response to end the myth That says the day of the Lord, is in our midst Don't let anyone deceive you I beseech you Hold fast to
he go to jail, next day he post bail then go back to the spot, to set back up shop to make that mail day by day livin an nobody don't want no static A
table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange I'll see you another day
[CHORUS] yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay life's gonna hang you a bill one day before your freedom or your life get took get a girl
world You saved another mothers child as she speaks you can tell that The words are not easy to say The hold the power to transport her back to that impossible day
all before it's just another lonely day without me - these streets this town is not my home anymore i've paid my dues in full the ties that bind won't hold
get back home Home to the Lone Star State, another day I just can't wait Look out boys, I'm a-headed your way I got a mind that wonders in a '57 Chevrolet Hold
the show Another victim dies as they watch their children grow As long as life can last (As) they can feel the wind burning them so fast They know they
in our minds Where did it all go wrong? Steadfast we hold our breath wishing it all away Waiting for a sign to bring us back some day We hold our breath
Make Your Thoughts Vocal I'll Put Ya In A Choke Hold One Way Or Another I'm Gonna Find Ya I'm Gonna Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha One Way Or Another I'm
go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR! But it's too late cause I'm smokin' on some shit Poppin' the trigger quick And poppin' another clip Poppin' the trigger quick And poppin' another
And they chalking it off his head Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead [Hook:] It's just another day I gotta
[Starr] I'll keep, holding on I'll keep, holding on! [Lord Jamar] Young black male, twenty-five years of age Many-a-lives didn't survive to this stage
break You suffer, I live to fight and die another day Fast I fade away It's almost over Hold on Slow I suffocate I'm cold and broken Alone Fast I fade away It's almost over Hold
