silence too hard, don't take the silence too hard, don't take the silence too hard, Don't take, don't take, don't take, don't take, don't take the silence
too heavy Meatball Lamborghini, Top spaghetti, Seats Ragu, Uh 20 inch shoes, Ohh me and you got plenty to do, I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you
hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Can't put your strap back in your waist Another crew shot Cause your barrel's too
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go On your feet Stand up Everybody hands up Uh, man,
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go (Here we go) On your feet (On your feet) Stand up (
He go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Da da da da We go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Go hard, so hard So hard, so hard Whoooa The best nigga in the game Yeah,
anything for love, but I won't do that, oh I won't do that Some days it don't come easy, and some days it don't come hard Some days it don't come at
stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust Do you
hear the silence When the kid walks in His reputation's bigger than gasoline I don't mind, but he's tryin' to feel my lady too Pool Hall Richard, you're far too
- 40 mama, shake sumthin' for me And it don't make sense if it don't make that money I'ma take that money, I'm strung for cash Young ladies Put ya hands
hip-hop niggaz they can't take us if we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers [Freddie Foxxx] I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so
promised, especially your life I demolish Too many niggas claim street but wouldn't last in the projects Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money Black
fact Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell We'
Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard
YOU........................................ (Verse 1) Don?t be afraid to cry It wasn?t wasted time We just couldn?t win that fight And I knew you couldn
YOU.......................................... (Verse 1) Don?t be afraid to cry It wasn?t wasted time We just couldn?t win that fight And I knew you couldn
become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then?
