I saw you first time in a dinner hall You looked like a girl that will never fall You smiled a sweet smile as I touch your hand Never thought about that
from the soul And now you see how I feel You've been down this road too many times All the streets run together The goal of this game is to live in the
there ain't nothing I can do about it Long journeys wear me out Oh God we won't live without it Another girl is loving you now Another planet, forever holding you down
: [Nas - Speaking:] All I do is stay focused looking straight forward at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I feel some pulling me
the lava. What could I say? What could I say? Victim of a volcano. Burn me down. Burn me down. Melt me to the ground. Well that's what you get for living
Wayne - Verse 3] Look, as the crooked World revolves Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve) And Evil spelt backwards is live or live And when death comes you better have lives
sleep I'm getting to the money The way I'm counting sheep I be counting money Live from the roof Empire state Finna burn this bitch down Find the next
to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up
absence Let the nigger we gang members almost [?] Not the boats but get your but like the [?] My wrecken sales could never reflect my respect What god damn death
balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor Navigate my way down to
Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down
got a Ill Will too [Chorus: x2] My nigga, If you look In the mirror would you see things clearer? my nigga who I live, who I live for my nigga and you
Now you six feet deep over bullshit Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down like Beanie
s and mo niggaz Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told niggaz Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow nigga I'm a rider - thug live til I
angel flyin through the sky like a bird in the winter.And your love for me is so deep sort of like a black rose crack in the seemen.My love for you lives
you back ??? Industry niggaz I'll admit to that But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that 12 bars for that bitch he won't live through