or wrong We are in this together Never turning, we'll stand strong In this fight In this fight In this fight We stand strong In this fight In this fight In this fight
Right or wrong We are in this together Never turning, we'll stand strong In this fight In this fight In this fight We stand strong In this fight In this fight In this fight
money, that make this here world round' And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments
between win or lose baby shoes, high-heeled shoes interviews, or kangaroos skatin down fuckin avenues wit you bag full of barbecues and suddenly i blow
1/2 pounds are you ready to rumble I'm ready, are you ready fe de new millenium Are you ready to fight the struggle of the armagedeon Right now lets get this
What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin on us) Second album nigga - two guns up
my hand I’ll lead you Don’t try to fight this feeling We’ll drown in true romance Come and take my hand I’ll lead you Don’t try to fight this
, that's just my people They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who? This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through Distraction, a little action, *fight
I've got a hot body girlfriend She helps me spend my cash Then we roll on my floorboards Like nouveau North London trash If you don't unblock this rifle it'll blow
go ahead and prove me wrong Chrous X1 You've blown it! You're born to quit! You've blown it! (you've blown it, you've blown it!!!)
(feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat) [Serv-on] Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin'the wrong way main. [Fiend] Slow
us is done, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and
to me Out your grill bustin' wit' the heat off of the concrete Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold Guy's will roll you to hospital full
actin like bitches we can all get riches [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich! [Snoop Dogg] Doggy Dogg is bout to blow
should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Eminem] By the time you hear this
yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this