So it still goes on We're all fighting for truth and searching for a way To lift ourselves FROM THIS HATE Sometimes we rise just to fall back down
a nigga if us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas if us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga and playas we aint worried bout them otha niggas VERSE
[TM = Tanisha Michelle, L = Lyndah] [Verse 1:] [L] I can't help to agree with Eazy-E Why the police always fucking with me And my man, when we was driving
want war With this thorough Philly boar Underground like the earth's core I took the elevator up to the first floor What in life do you search for? What
the county line -=Chorus=- Verse 3: I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her -Punk ass
and praise VERSE Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the dark Searching for
you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job punk Now get
t beep me, if you ain't got no work I'm strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy search boy, talkin about your dough and punk
on the corner Son (Aiyyo word?) These niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit Can't tell these niggaz they ain't hype They punk smoove bullshit, just meet
(feat. MC Ren, Nate Dogg, Xzibit) [Intro-MC Ren] Yo Fredwreck turn this motha fucker up man So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit [Verse 1-Nate
Drama lord [VERSE 1: Billy Danzini] Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud If you're
a bloodhound search for the bread (uh!) And you a bum-ass niggas - first one to beg! [shot] Bitch! - Who needs for the person of pumps? Punk! - Don't
get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse
if you can't do the time yeah, don't do it well, well, well, well, well [Verse 1: Bigg Rocc] it's bigger picker hopper, Bigg Rocc is bucked you punk
This is dedicated to all my little brothers, little homies, yo check it out [Verse 1] Man you 21 now and I still can believe it Been living on your
down the African [Hook:] Yo check your egos at the door And do a little searching of your soul can you feel me? [x4] [Verse 2:] Why do brothers smoke
[Rasheed talking to his kids] [Verse 1] Remember back in the day Parents givin us a thrashin Diggin in that ass like its some kind of passion And
