today So don't be too tough Tough on love No don't be tough Tough on love Don't be too tough Tough on love 'Cause I play rough I want some and I want
bringing out the yellow flag, somebody?s brakes have failed There?s an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail You?d better stand on it Stroker 'cause a bandit?s on
of the desperate stuff Like begging for love in a suicide threat But I am too young to die Too old for a lullaby Too tired for life on the ledge But
goes on with victory while I watch in my defeat And I surrender all that's left of me But you and I will never cease if we cannot agree I gave you my love
Bobaka My ears shoot the street, just to take out the impostor Tomorrow never dies when she reveals her eyes Keep your eyes on the prize, for Pras is the prize Tough
more is taken and the more I'm loved the more I'm hated still the more I fall the more ill get up and keep on driving when the road gets tough and i
cover our insignificance And gives thatcher what she wanted A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile Everybody's happy, the union jack's on
the ashes CHORUS: Tough love, you're hard to beat You're worth the fight It hits you where it hurts Oh are you tough enough, tough enough Tough love,
Alright alright Put your hands together in this place Yeah yeah Here we are, let's get on one accord Leave all your problems on the outside To be consumed
Pac I put purple on the block So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot Ask 50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love
I put purple on the block So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot Ask 50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love
To comin' on stage butt naked To make up for what you can't do on record Open your eyes twice the size and realize I'm on the rise and you're on the
from the ashes Tough love, you're hard to beat You're worth the fight, it hits you where it hurts Oh, are you tough enough, tough enough Tough love,
Angola where most the meat poachers heard of me I guess it wasn't meant to be Under an assumed Identity I resumed PsyOps on the enemy USA made, field
They bringin out the yellow flag, somebody's brakes have failed There's an oilslick on the inside and a wreck along the rail You better stand on it, Stroker, cause a bandit's on
Tennesse that says fool me once... shame on... shame on you. If you fool me you can't fool me again." [SOS] I live in a nation that relies on business
