my raps is hardcore Imagine the Roc-A-Fella camp versus the Fantastic Four As I get deep with it, Marvel Comics street lyrics As we proceed with it, Jay
he couldn't live without the hugs she gave He'd be a slave forever As long as they took her to a better place His heart began to race As he saw his mother
survive, always Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we
can see it now wicket and wild, frail mental visions Oh my God, there they go, here we come they done came Natas Sick with the name (Name) Sick with
is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy Her back is strong and she
call her aunt Sara. Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain Her face is
the master gee well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls i'm goin down in history as the baddest rapper there could ever
ya heels twice and ease on with me This is the life... we gonnee I ain't with the leanin and rockin That ain't even seen as an option Nigga as a teen
heartless motherfucker, until I die [Hook] [Archie Lee] This be the realest shit I ever wrote, and you can quote me cuz I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs, but we
we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) We gon' keep the thuggin alive, eh Pac we Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) (We love
a heartless motherfucker, until I die [Hook] [Archie Lee] This be the realest shit I ever wrote, and you can quote me cuz I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs, but we
it rock. Now the son's disgraced, he who knew his father. When he cursed his name, turned and chased the dollar. But it broke his heart so he stuck his
it on his head he began to dance around frosty the snowman was alive as he could be and the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you
Chorus-Chamillionaire- This is for the OG's, this is for the OG's/ This is for everyone back in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is
wanna hit the streets But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send
can hold ya As I drop a little taste for my race Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face Simon we're rolling, rag-top folding We're cruising