Mindless ways, so much hate so pathetic low life your ignorance and hatred wont solve a thing not moving forwards you hold us back you turn to violence
my luck is bleeding My demons refuse to let me go The light in the tunnel I see is fading My fire of life is burning low (so low) I don't wanna
not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody Shine. C'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin
change your tune or change your pitch Because life ain't easy man Life's a bitch, shit is harder than hard about as hard can get Keep on going where you
home faiths not around the luck so gone. Don't ask me what's wrgong. Ask me what's right and I'm a tell you what's life And did you know I lost everything
it I'm on my Dick dawg gotta make something happen [Verse 1:] When a nigga money fucked up it's hard for him to think straight Seem like a nigga life
Yea) Three Six (Six) Boogie Mane (Mane) Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz) You know.. (You know) Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas
have to walk around with you on my arm Now that I'm proud to admit that we're done Good luck, trying to find me 'Cause I didn't think you could go so low
bout da endin of da world today.. COME! [Ice-T] I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this
Pump it up a little bit Alright look [verse one] See I never really new life could be so hard I never really new pain til I got scared I never knew people
shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through
', you kiddin' me? We money makin' Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin' millions on the lay low
with all types of bad lucks It's common sense - "Everybody life sucks!" Dont you know that, I knew this - My whole life The anglo-saxon, caucasian, low-life - the no money broke life
Lynch Hung) most of my niggas come and go like a foos life a couple of 40's and a joint later nut not thats why I'm kicking with the hardest motherfucker
the hasa in the casa just to lay low Make more money man that the model for the mob Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job Go hard, no job,
they be thinkin' about smokin' you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Some niggaz watch you, see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot
Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies above
star, e'rybody shine Follow your heart and not mankind For real, for real, I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine Said everybody shine, c'mon" It's not luck
