to all my peeps locked down Charlie rock LD all my peeps who passed away, yeah I remember when we used to chill on a hill When Forest Projects used to be
were family, family everyone of us is family what would life be like without family were family, family I steped on stage and I stole the show well my name is joe
daughter though Since the ten step pops did ten since her water broke That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home Left my moms and did another
don't wanna see no more But I don't wanna see no more I don't wanna see no more I don't wanna see no more [Bridge] I used to be afraid of letting go
hot and the winters get cold Not a lot smarter, but another year old Sometimes I'm still at the fishing hole And you never needed bait where we used
wrote about it the way it was In his travelin's with Charlie And have you ever walked down through the sycamores Where the farmhouse used to be There
wrote about it the way it was in his travelin's with Charley And have you ever walked down through the sycamores Where the farmhouse used to be There
gotta fight, i'll be down for the war thumbs up, homie i'll be sure chorus: no matter where life takes me, find me with a smile pursuit to be happy only
' underneath rain, wanna be sane Friends and family wantin' me to change But it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames Check it I don't wanna be another
That used to be something of a rover That's what's happening all over Love is the thing that has nipped them And it looks like Nathan's just another
mic Get on the mic, Mike Let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they be missin' me and
, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok We just, just might be ok
a black man owns [Joe Budden] If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain? Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane Better aim, you dealin with a
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above
table chairs gave me splinters (haha!) Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look) If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture If
Talk about the best of both worlds Man, the king of the conscious rap Me, the king of the streets, and you know who it be I don't need no introduction
see That ever since we met you've got a hold on me No matter what you do I only wanna be with you Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth
you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN! [Verse 2] The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat Maniac, abused, used