become the one, they warned me about - oh he's gonna die before me Oh I am one Love I am one I got something to prove nothing to lose Oh I am one 18
? I am one The side you see Is the nasty me I am one Love, I am one I got something to prove Nothing to lose Oh, I am one Eighteen bloody roses Each
the one, they warned me about - oh he's gonna die before me Oh I am one Love I am one I got something to prove nothing to lose Oh I am one 18 bloody
s blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin
wish to be, flyest without a wing, the American dream, it's a bird, it's a plane, naw it's just me. [Chorus: Ace Hood] Let's make a toast (toast), to
me, so I sleep soft on a pillow In order not to fuck up my do, I sleep days, nigga how about you? I hit the track about 2 AM Pimps play-in, hoes got
with a choice who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to listen to a young woman's voice here's a toast to all the folks on death row
Come challenge me please I promise you a homi' And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool So I
I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I
and A-P is comin' right is at Show you where it's at, the H-P's and the KABBAGE PATCH B-B-P, B-S-V, a HUNDRED-TRAMP-FIVE Can't forget about the PIRUS
bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-w-w-we live this
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere Cause I'm a one of a kind and I'll shock your mind I'll
uh uh [Chris Ward:] They call me C-H-R-I, to the S I'm a gang and a rap star, I'm the best I'm the young dude, that they label fresher than fresh Gutter
a boat I won't sink, cause I'm rough as a tank Surprisin, realizin of who I am Compton's most wanted MC, and I don't give a damn Jokers think it's funky
man, it's like fresh A black entrepreneur with a theory Suckers, open your ears, so you can hear me I got the need to obtain a position I keep my rhythm
t hand-cuffin Baby I'm reppin from the W-E-S Wait a minute... T-S I-D-E-S we get ready to B.S. P.S. we fresh for '99 you suckas No more hittin' licks
in the streets And I won't stop bringin that heat, it's my dream, said it's my dream Ohhhh... [Verse 1: Crooked I] I had a dream, I would rise to the
