When You Fill Yourself With Hate You Dont Learn To Appreciate Their Hate. Why Dont Your Listen To Me? When Your In Need Why Dont You Listen To Me
up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you dig that? Oh yeah You know we hate, you know we hate, you know we hate
I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what the public
what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild
much, When suddenly there's a knock on the door Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS
yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga
like yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you Wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love
what freedom is. Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to blossom. Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who
Is this really what you want?" Is this really what you want? Is this really what you, is this what? Is this really what you want? Is it really what you
What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin' new, nuttin' new What? Nuttin' new check Nuttin' new, nuttin' new, y'all not sayin' nuttin' new I represent the
force What makes this tale all the more gory Is that this song is based on a true story, tough love Rest in peace, what a fucked up world What a fucked
the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout? So this is what is, we bringin
I just someone, who tells it, how the fuck it is? Well, the truth of the thing is, I was raised on crime Walking through an environment, so filled, with so much hate
busting all snitches what Crack is what we selling, snitch niggaz be telling Keep you niggaz bailing, here we go (Here we go, here we go, here we go) Crack is what
Children, they grow in a house of love Filled with hate, but I never cried Living in dreams that are reality Can't you see, they are calling for me Problems
, I got a migraine, what you eat? Just some pork chops and pig's feet And a couple of strips of bacon What? And my head just started achin' I hate to
become what we claim to hate I tell you this with one foot in the grave Here is your cracker jack prize This is your American romance Read it to your