that love will drive you on Life Keep it simple, lover I'll meet you under cover I'll meet you anywhere that you wanna go You're my sweet one With you
burn [Verse 2 - K'Naan] I drink poison Then I vomit diamonds I gave you mandela, black dalai lamas I gave you music You enthused in my kindness So how dare you
waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you
the streets Gotta sell a lot of (lot of) sell my bitch for third cheed And I know, papa got dia-betes so I must watch wat I eat Cause I know wats commin for
2 - K'Naan] I drink poison Then I vomit diamonds I gave you mandela, black dalai lamas I gave you music You enthused in my kindness So how dare you reduce
I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk hazas Like Pun said, "You ain't even
And if you shoot you better kill Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain Why, because my mind clicks
I'll leave them playing for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight? It's all good bro, you entertainment for
back and killed five Israeli soldiers So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians They fill the children full of hate to fight
mile drive Sew my side with a dirty needle Keep your live on the prize alive Turn me out before you turn me in Got my hand on a ready blade Five more
Strive to stay alive and live through the drive-by [Mr. Duke] Who really remembers the blastin'? Five minutes of crossfire, action Two sides fight in
head, I wish I was in my bed driving in a beat up van, you wanna critisize the band you don't know what we go through, FUCK YOU 1000 miles away from
the block [Chorus 2] [T.I.: over Chorus Two] Let me get these niggaz for you Pimp! Let me handle this shit for you Bun, I got you! You know it's a team
I'm from a gang ah triggers get squeezed And a gang ah niggas'll bleed if you motherfuckas get to claimin' you Gs I'm flamin' you weenies like pussy wid
that co-cain, Its on you Do what you gotta do to make a livin Get you a gat Go out and rob a tyte boy while your pimping Its better ways, Better days if you
death left for dead from Any and everybody I ever felt momma left me long ago to Handle life by myself [Brotha Lynch:] I'm a stay with you momma foreva, everybody thought you
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
and cut that bullshit out Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house The lack of makin' money make a motherfucker bend If you'd rather me than you
