find you We've come all this way And I'm still runnin' after it, yeah I, I, live for this I, I, I'd trade it for nothin' I, I, live for this I, I,
still runnin' after it Yeah [CHORUS:] I, I, live for this I, I, I'd trade it for nothin' I've been waiting for someone like you To be waiting for me This
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For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker Verse
just kickin' it live we just kickin' it live 'cuz if you can't kick it live you gonna die 'fraid so punk, so quit talkin' junk you need a live show like
74 'Cutty Buddy, you don't wanna come against this Black fist, born to make history Born from the misery Grindin for a meal, searchin for a deal Pranced
U-Gs But the money was abundant, start up my family tree Eager to move, we live and we die in Cleveland, that same week or sell speakers Bid for insurance
lemme get down for my crime, gotta go purchase a dime, Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind, And pullin the stick to get down for the crime, Swig on
While your tvs change stations scroll messages Victims and Christians both drinking blood And they pray for the destruction of all hatred More often just those with hate for
and ride out. Relax, and ride out This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your motherfucking mind I told how you motherfucking play. D.F. y'all. Believe this
C-c-c-cos it's a junkie slip! What's goin' on? Was early night I lit the fire Finish alright Yeh Edi-Edi-Edi-Yeh Edi-Juan Him going to live with indian
slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this
: Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump