that we can make it I know that we can make it (Hey, yeah) Just take my hand, we'll make a stand I know that we can make it (Hey) It's you and me. The
that we can make it I know that we can make it, hey, yeah Just take my hand, we'll make a stand I know that we can make it Hey it's you and me, the
know that we can make it I know that we can make it (Hey, yeah) Just take my hand, we'll make a stand I know that we can make it (Hey) It's you and me
No role models, only killers and fiends Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues If it's murder he wrote it, if I'm lyin let the XXL quote it
My competition is none, I'm on the mission with guns Starring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we ride My enemies is bitches - they plottin on my riches Can
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E involved in Promote without that magazine in Boston Take a couple mil make Beans a offer Give him money we don't see that often But it
a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's head (?) Rap it
from here but we still hope they know That we're the ones that made you, we'll decide when you can go. We can't stand your success, we aren't afraid
Or maybe we'll make up And buy a house and have a dozen kids who'll move away it doesn't matter anyway Right now we're here in boston N I M B F R T O
day religiously devoted to regret time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education and we planned to take a trip to scotland but we never made it
many lives i touched So much anger aimed at no perticular direction Just sprays and sprays Straight through your radio wavs It plays and plays Till it
usin too many complicated fuckin words for you Here then let me slow it down for you so you can understand if I say it slower: Let it go dawg it's
bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making
back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we
m standing right here" I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see Well she takes a napkin and throws it back And says "that don't look a thing
no slack! I get loose with the juice, 'cause I got it like that [Ad lib stuff] [Jordan:] Here we go! [All, followed by mechanical voice:] BOSTON!
