ll always be blind, you know you think that you?re fine And that explains Why I?m always fighting you The number of belief is waiting there for you.
say dont worry, Ill be fine Well the tears on your face tell me other wise Its your unanswered questions that I cant explain But Ill keep fighting for
I saw you so pretty Your face lit up the city Two worlds came together The memory stays for evermore So different your fashion You were the main attraction
it's a long fall from the top, girl and i've hit below the bottom before you made me trade what we started for tears and heavy-hearted, now alright fine
Rippin up shop for '94 like a chainsaw Makin them say, "Oh man, little bro raw!" And I can square this here off right I'm straight from [Name] where these gees don't fist-fight
walked into the room Yeeaa, ooh! What to do Should i let my package show Or should i try and play it cool I've been pulling I've been playing For so
is my only payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead Why the fuck you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot
ass (And rarely fold) Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit (You wanna fight? I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch) A nigga struggle too hard for
back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control I'm fighting for my position To be a fetus
help and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that there is a fight in itself So I
and every now and then I take rights from left Im still just like a kid, looking for stripes on my belt And that there is a fight in itself So I just
we can disagree but we don't have to fight I'm happy with myself, yeah man, I feel alright And we can disagree but we don't have to fight. And if you
I don't know what you're looking for You haven't found it baby, that's for sure You rip me up and spread me all around In the dust of the deed of
stuff you make is music But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit" Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine
end Growing up in a time that turned boys to men Carlo was the slick one, the little girls liked him And all the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight
goin continue doing what I doing to provide for ya close ya eye's now, daddy's gotta surprise for ya I'll ride for ya till I'm old grey and tired for
heat at times/ can?t sleep open eyes/ like beat with no rhymes/ can?t eat with no knives/ no pops in my life so I guess I gotta fight/ hate to see winta
be fine, but you need to play along with me. Theres no way, thats just the way it seems. Just another night, just another fight. Hold on tight, were going for
