against all odds Covered in glory, didn?t help at all.. Surrender, for survival and break the habits Addiction to grace made me lose it.. I?m sorry for all
blame me and I'm gonna find the two As when the movie show ends then our evening begins Life stays mostly beautiful with you Life is mostly beautiful with you You and all
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the neck of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war People gettin killed in the street Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet And who they gonna blame
by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way
only defense I don't understand your writing I could barely sign my name All I ever learned was fighting But I'm not the only one to blame The streets
even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose Just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in nigga and we all
And, make a few ends while I breeze through The late night shift on some late night shit On the gangstas roam May I, keep a little something for the G's And, make a few ends
They used to tell you all kinda lies Just like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the devil came in disguise They transformed all your smiles into tears to sabotage your happiness and blamed
But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor 'Cause I still rep my ends, still check my friends Can I keep it up? I guess, it all depends If I can keep
'll be the motherfuckin' host with the most dick So, now you know it ain't a damn thang changed up Stayin' true to the streets since we came up So, blame
blame no nigga fo my down fall but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all we all. *(Chorus)* Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all
I know a man who doesn't have many friends I know a place he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines And his
Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along Now tell me (please) what's goin' on Repeat chorus Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G A: Now, I've been told all
get real g funk to a gangsta beat its so sweet when you got money to spend i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz i make ends spend my dough oh no
' fast But still ends up a bore Come on give me a little room na Do you have to take it all Yeah that's the way it is I guess Then you're born with nothin' at all
