right. LET'S MAKE THINGS RIGHT! Enough's enough. Why have we given up? Lost Track of everything we love. Looks Like the joke's on us, this is all That
taught me that giving up was never an option. I'll be there when you cash your Sins in and all your opinions have fallen. Enough's enough. Why have we
young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see that ya mad enough to go and stick
niggaz taking your one's Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard? I down henny till my vision is blurred Shit I'm only trying to
, I'm just convinced Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? ) kicker Watch your girl, cause I stick
it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
smarter then the white kids in Yale But that how life is and that how the gun and the knife is It's a shame but it's real when your enemies like ya
A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh
strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your
sacrifice the lot, Because you ain't happy with your job, and round here nothing seems appealing, So let me know you feel the same, throw your life into
shovel and dig you some dignity bitch Shit you talk about some adivce that sticks with you If i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns Like double stick
the rest of me So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something So this is for
Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the
villain, prepare for this rap killin' Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold wondered, "What you talkin 'bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White Is
out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
, chairs, whatever I get my hands on You can bet your bottom dollar they get some If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump I bet you changin' your
