you know it never fucken ends? No more talking your shit Get it through your fucking head You think you're fucking tough Well, you better think again You think you can walk
but we've come a long way walk the path to an early grave see so much hate and so much heartache when we thought we've passed the 25 others left, but one more
was like (Oh Yeah) [Chorus:] See us come to award shows we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowin'
wings must be broken. it's in our hands and we need everyone's attention that hand in hand we will walk these streets with more pride and courage than
chest to hear the echo Heartless kid, hollow compartments Be we the people of the united, starving artistic Militia keep movin' in order to form a more
And that's the fullest reward Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board [Wordsworth] Yo yo, it's blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers Clubs, walkie
changed? Got a little less heart and a little more brain, got a little less spirit and a little less faith, got a little less pride and a lot more hate
burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide tracks as we return to the wrongside Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must arrive as we return to the wrongside More
the less you knowin? Let's keep it growin It's not the endin' It's just beginin' Regardless of the tricks they try we keep transcendin' Keep ya pop jams
me rhyming? What's left? [Slug] Now when my mother died I had to take it in stride There ain't no room for pride in watching your father cry And dad
more attention more affection heres your lesson Baby girl you give so much yet don't get enough no well see that ain't love noo You gone need some more attention more
'll keep walking on, head home, if we just believe We're a world away from where we started No more looking behind We can make it if we just hold on Keep
To keep me breathing But I'm lost in this pain and I don't have much time I'm so tired of walking this same old line So I'm taking my pride, gonna throw
Why don't you call no more? i'm not sure.. thought you were the one for me the only girl i adore now you belong to someone else yeah uh used to be my
Isis My man, I slam nice, yes more fly than Shazam I am Dres, D-R-E-S, roar without a floor I pound clowns who walk on sound for encores Me and my man
mighty like Isis My man, I slam nice, yes more fly than Shazam I am Dres, D-R-E-S, roar without a floor I pound clowns who walk on sound for encores Me
Counted On Is Gone Making More Money Means Playing More Money Games Pretending To Be Something Seems The Dreams Of What You Want To Be You Pitch Your Sights Or Youre Walking
