I'll write this song And I will try to think about who was wrong I'd drive the coast for you baby But I'm never gotta sort this out on my own I can'
We used to stay up late on weekends Talking bout our lives You said you'd be there always You said you'd never leave my side Did you know, did you know
Our time apart has taught me That we cant be together, Our time apart has taught me, That be cant be forever You told me you'd be there You told me
girl shook up Women breaking my pager, phone line you can't look up We had ice on us, merchandise on us Busting at other hoods, when they had a price on
I did wrong, I'm sorry, No other love, is for me... [Chorus] [Mase] Yeah ,yeah, yeah What, what, what, come on Yeah, kid Harlem on the rise With
would you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well why don't you let me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah
of negativity and full of pain We're brothers, down with each other for they own gain So I keep on steppin', and keep on rappin' Statyin' above the others
see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And
take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other
pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
I cant win so I'm inviting some 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
cant win so I'm inviting some 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
Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They say I got it locked Hold on a second homie,
out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream after the witnesses disappeared on
a 12 gauge Mossburg kid, two shots and you can wet like half a block this shit here gets my dick hard, it's a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots if you
look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold