choose Wearing nice new shoes Do it, do it If you're going through hell If you're going through hell If you're going through hell If you're going through hell Keep going
new shoes! Do it, do it! [Chorus:] If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! Keep going
nice new shoes! Do it, do it! [Chorus:] If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! Keep going
to take this thang to the streets Capric-e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat You might no understand a damn thang that I speak I'm slizzard as hell
in, I'm just inches away I'm splitting your shit wide open, no stitches could save So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way You end up going
my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas in the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One
the Face, As You Try to State Your Case You Can Think with Your Dick but it Can't Shout Yo I Try to Understand What the Hell Is Going on I Can't Imagine
hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we
, when I say Before light, there was dark [Mary J. Blige] Where you going, where you going? Where you going, where you going? Where you going?
niggaz you bound to see a profit [1st Verse] I'm New York's living legend The streets know me well Stand in the line of fire It's going to be hell You
Crack [Chorus] For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that
kid You talk a good one but you dont want it Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did No time
then I darted upstairs Crashed through my door then jumped on my bed Pulled the covers up over my head And said, Oh please do somethin with Fred! He jumped on my bed, went through
don't belong Up in grown folks buisness The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness Sickness bear witness Like tequlla without a chaser It burns going
back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player
off Two in her head Squeezed off Now the fuckin bitch is dead Straight laced hustler from hell You're all alone just how you liked it Street life
make it out the street? My whole life around drugs and the Police Remember nights I was stuck in a jail yard When I couldn?t see the sun through the
