broken stars lit a spark, put them back up in the sky if you can wish on their falling imagine what you can do bringing them back to life
know my steelo" - Nas "There ain't an army that could strike back" - Nas [Nas] Thug niggaz Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know? To them
No doubt, smoke them cowards, you STILLMATIC Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay
ve been into many places, seen some unfamiliar faces But baby none of them compares to you Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone Yeah, but now I'm back
Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha And all your so-called down niggas, say good luck to ya
door I'll tell them you ain't there no more Get on through it, roll with it, baby Luck'll come and then slip away You've gotta move, bring it back to
change gunna make the millions low the millions after the trillions no I didn't have a good home life concentratin on me take a look at your own life
rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but I'm good wit nines Great wit eights
me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why its
make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why
now This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles
front on them though I triggered at em', I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am I live my life a thug live my life wit drugs fuck everybody
couple knew what they was doin' so they came back like good coke Down south they'll tell you, kiss is good folk Up north I hit my niggaz off with good
back Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Yo, to them thug
I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines Great wit eights Nigga, I'll
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was
I got love for my people, man, whoever you are So I'ma take it back then I'ma bring it up I ain't the only nigga out here dodgin' bad luck Try to feel
in the mail every month, I mostly paid them on time, cause I could go downtown to the rent-to-own store, and hand them my payment. How convenient. As
