?t fight love Can?t figh it, Ah I can?t fight it, never of can?t fight it but I couldn?t fight love Can?t figh it, Ah I can?t fight it, never of can?
us young ni**az into troops You want us to fight your war What the f**k I'm fightin for? s**t, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year Taxin
lay with my A-K. Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things I did Wishin' someone held me but they never did. I can't take it will I make it
Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I Try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they
youth Down with Jamar, he's in the B-K, Haji in the Rule Known Alamo since birth, young boys we went to school Family planner, I can't forget my daughter
me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when
all can bounce to this [Cha Cha] Cha Cha, I, I Imagine Tuskadero, a.k.a. as the wifee And I don't give a damn if these broads don't like me Cold as the
this is what I say: If Your heart loves the Lord than You will be O.K. In this time of knowledge and love for our world, for Mother Earth we all fight, our voices can
don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything
can't hide from yourself The liqour's top... shelf [E-Swift] Yo if you wanna play to win you gotta play hard You gotta fight, get bruised, battered,
brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us cuz Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love
ain't lbs, will I cut the bitch, hell no I love collared greens, with lima beans, chicken, cornbread, Kool-Aid and iced tea I love my chicken fried,
ain't here to play, I can git it 'nutha day (Yeah!) I do it fo' tha hood, and you do it fo' TV (C'monn!) Now, streets love niggas like me and Young Jeezy
and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but the fact, you can't escape..you
in LA That's right, I'ma say what I say, yeah If you don't like it, one time black, you can't fight it When we touch it yo it's like the poet to the psychic