me and let me give myself you taught me to believe in my ability and still we're holding on together as one the war has been one and something is still
given me and let me give myself you taught me to believe in my ability and still we're holding on together as one the war has been one and something is still
To place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands? All quiet, all quiet All quiet on the Western Front It's all quiet on the Western Front, male
clouds All these heroes come and go, you're still standing You teach me to rise up, to open my eyes up All these heroes come and go, you're still standing You're still
there It's never easy to be chosen Never easy to be called Standing on the front line When the bombs start to fall I can see heavens But I still hear
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up
what I've learned in this business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the fuck want war? Fed-Ex beef straight to your front door
up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio's playing my song, I got a record label thats putting me on But I still stay classy still stay classy still
and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's in my hand G. Dep in this scam, no stunt Bitch play the front
a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest Rap artist and I'ma start this Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words I make herbs split up
, no chance to pull for your gun Man, a lot of ya?ll cats can?t stand that one on one Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your hon? Despite the bullshit, Black still
chance to pull for your gun. Man, a lot of ya'll cats can't stand that one on one. Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your hon'. Despite the bullshit, Black still
John velor Still humble and still want more Still hate war, still want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin' Y'all still sleepin' and we still eatin' Still
years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up
pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service For better days or for worse, if I'm paid I'm hurting in my pocket She still
car and touch the ground Watch those streetlights Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty old gas pumps Try to fill my mind up with Somethin
my heart's real weird for you still I was like crazy fan over you Like I'm all star struck over you Like I'm getting handcuffed over you (Now it's only fucked up
knows he's still alive Stick up kid, thinking you're a glory boy Oh, fronting that stupid toy But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy Still
