, I'm gonna fall... A tightrope balance; my very life, hangs By A Thread above the abyss of my despair. If I lose my grip again, oh if I snap. I will be lost again - a
, I'm gonna fall... A tightrope balance; my very life, hangs by a thread above the abyss of my despair. If I lose my grip again, oh if I snap. I will be lost again - a
a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a
my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy." [Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith
the newcomers out, my flow's the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel a?em The best
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
so die hard Try my best to play the part Wish you could see inside But i wish, for so long For someone to come and show me, me by example, cus i've been
die hard Tried my best to play the part, wish you could see inside But I wished for so long for some one to come and show me Lead by example, cause I'
In the gospel the righteousness of God?s revealed, And who lives by faith, the righteous will. Awake from your slumber eyes A letter from the wise The book of Romans The Christian faith summarized By
leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our
One day I hope to make it A player in this game Mama don't cry, long as we try Maybe things change Perhaps it's just a fantasy A life where we don't need
holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this penitentiary dick, the
(Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man [Verse 3: Tupac] A niggas so cold when I flow Bow down to death row Three
Chorus] (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame All out warfare, eye for a
him up with a mac-fo' Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your
't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a
me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
