you don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait You wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you try
don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait, you wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you try to
we wanna do Indulging all our vices, accept that it is what it is Throw it all up in the air, and let it fall into place If we can build it up then well
, because a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come, and we'll finally know the way out of here. And I'll throw away this wrinkled map, my
t admit when they've made a mistake while poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows he don't have to say it so it don't bother him. Honesty
a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here. And I will throw away this wrinkled map and
return Exercise intellect If you're lackin pretend Call few people enemies and call fewer people friends Don't do it for the wealth, do it all for the
to the west It just don't stop So to all my real g's, throw them up high To all the ballers that have the corks of Crystal, let it fly That's how we live
is the hood) TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT, MOTHERFUCKER (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I'M IN THE HOOD ALL DAY (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I THINK
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in
thingz, cause it's on Till the break of dawn don't ya see me? Rob Blow, Rob Blow You suckas can't fuck with the Get Low! And it's on, and we outta here
pistol A man, he works all day, and at night, he hung his skin Peace, why don't you sit down, friend In the forest hunted by a bear alone, I climb up
Just throw it away your fears have been postponed until tomorrow So you can fall asleep tonight. Don't forget to take your medicine dear And wash it
B Schooled by the B to the E to the S to the T Hundred percenter, so winner Suck up and see the venom like it ain't no thing Then wash it down it with
me get real, before that ass breach that contract I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget Don't try to hide behind that fuckin mask now Throw the pistols away
rest well, they all ass. Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash. And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep You're beat by a
on track and stick to our plans (Sho) don't slap, and (B) for start Go for that nigga heart, that's the weakest of the sparts Niggaz don't recognize and
