Bush sells weapons to the enemy You gotta be stone blind not to see Our government is honest, nigga, please Cocaine can't be made in the United States Kickin' facts like this our
street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live
about this hood love Listen, so my niggas this from the hood, they call it home To my hustlers try to stay open, say your phones We on the corner, we drinkin' our
covers And I guess that's why they call it the blues (Laughing like children, living like lovers) And I guess that's why they call it the blues (Laughing like children, living
a story of the live and try See it when we're given hope That we know that we can grow We're trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hand We're
Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity That I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection Of history in the makin' durin' our
nigga tryin to sell but im just not buying look so nice but the kids knocked down i swear its sicker than a new fruit i got called swine standin on twine
so hard want you and revenge watch out cos so called friends will con you bankin jacobs said it best man will I ever know who my friends through thick and thin cos so called
me take you by the hand We can move mountains The gift of tomorrow The friends we've left far behind The ones we remember Their love will live in our
But here goes nothing When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who live
[Verse 1 - Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it 'Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don't give a shit about lyrics All they wanna
[Drake] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
a prize, But to live doesn't mean you're alive, Don't worry bout me and who I fire I get what I desire it's my empire And yes I call the shots I am the
sober, lost my mind Guess what my mama told me, she hate my partner Guess why she hate her though? 'Cause our love wrong Fuck da police 'cause our love
new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love lookin' like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds We start out so cute in our baby pictures That momma shot for our
to foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan
foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and seen in our own Now a we a lock the city and that is well known Yesterday Mikey call me pan mi
foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi