I know it's hard to do it on your own Take a look around - you're not alone We're not holding back Speaking our mind Take a stand Do your part
s the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?) No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for
finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do when your backs against the ropes it's either him or you yaa??ll ain't so important that my words are meant for
, Things That I Saw Really Made Me Wanna Change, This A Shame What 5 Dollars Do To Niggas Veins, After Graduation BestFriends Parted Ways, Fuck House Parties
said, "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said, "Woah! Hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke
the sun But I go And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS 2. Raindance © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 Whatcha do whatcha do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do
the glory What you thought, I play for keeps Put it down wicked in these streets Heavily armored with the heat Just in case a nigga want some beef Being broke
'all say you real, then we'll see Will you ride for me? Will you die for me? If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? There he go, now slowly approach
is thank God for my mother Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for
This but a shotty for you I got more bodies than drew I drink mine naughty or new Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole
sleeping pill Damn you must be playing for keeps Sex's so good my toes are numb and I can't feel my fingers Girl what you do with your love Got your
(Rap, Rap) For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic Let the women jock it, pimpin', you know how I get Once my album drop, all your heavy waiters
G***, Carter, Rugger I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit N**** that ain't chinchilla, it's parrot Part rabbit, go find your heart f**** I prey n****z find your
Just 'cuz a nigga go solo think we turned our backs Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts
broke, still gutter Hit four chicks, then avenge like folk brothers Then rob a bank teller I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble I got chop for
, do the old school I'm from the old school, do the old school I'm always hustlin', always workin' hard If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my part
paid cause Nowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke I'm living day by day cause you see the future ain't promised So save that drama for your mama
sides It's part one (Part one) Part two (Part two) Get together with my crew, and we gon' do Whatever we've got to do, uh huh uh Feast for Hi-Teknological
