You gotta move on Raise yourself up now You gotta stand strong Raise your head up high You must respect yourself Raise you spirit high You gotta move
up and see If we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin' those to sleep Till I raise up on my enemies
The [unverified] is pickup all the lyrics on the dance floor To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more Attitude is cool degrees below zero Up
floor, and raise it up Then you hit 'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all
ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't When you raised up, where I come
raise it bigga Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up And take notice, Na Na take over y'all take quotas, to hit papa Straight out the gate y'all, we drop
pant leg, balls tucked in my socks I ain't gotta act tough to get a couple of props Little nigga raised hisself, I don't know what's up with my pops Do
called me the night he died, said he ain't make it All hysterical, phone dropped off the dresser Ma you calm down, you got high blood pressure See I
, Clansmen are the nucleus of hiphop There's no room for error, M C's will get dropped Evidence of terrifying threats from heat pressure Power by strong
a reason for being in the Gulf We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up But no one would wake up Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's
me, kinda like a digit It's a cold world, I'm not frontin' like it isn't It's no time for comin' up shorter than a midget Ya'll know I'm a raise the
mad So we left you with no remorsal pity, took the first bus From York to Jersey City, women and child alone Noww that's pressure, mom's got to go to work, drop
't give up, although I'm hopeless I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner I was raised in the city, shitty Ever
up These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin' the game up Need to change up sound so trash (Change up) When I see 'em feel like breakin' they frame up
're 18, happy birthday Irene Quit school you had to drop out to raise your little child Doesn't seem to be anyone around You got to reach up to touch
, Happy Birthday Irene Quit school you had to drop out to raise your little child (doesn't seem to be anyone around) You got to reach up to touch rock
of blood Hell's up under that mud they I know I'm gonna pull it My sawed off draws them bullets I'm being pressured by these niggas up On me before