just begun And that is said, only the good die young I guess it's all good Cradle to the Grave (from the Cradle to the Grave) Don't throw your life
t you please us 'cos you seem a damn nice guy Damn nice guy, damn nice guy We listened to passengers stamping old songs And we lose what's to lose when
of Jack Daniels Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with
on well... So all let up on the fact That I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother fucking ass To hurt your feelings Cause your shit is trash Too
all ya, run for cover, when a disaster is behind us On the lose like mine and passing others Dust, 'cuz we don't give a fuck about him Were's the blunts, we can't
fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin' records to see your
A betting fool, a gambling man No sooner up you're down again Mama said you won't get hurt Don't play the cards, you won't get burned But there's a place
bleach, Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain! I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein I might give a, little head to All we ask is y'all show respect 'Cause we don't
Keep on sayin' your thing, yeah And I don't care what they do But you can do girl Keep on doin' your thing, yeah And I don't care what they shake But
don't care how. Into the woods To sell the cow, You must begin the journey. Straight to the woods and don't delay- You have to face The marketplace.
LUCKY IN LOVE Mick Jagger A betting fool A gambling man No sooner up You're down again Mama said you won't get hurt Don't play the cards You won't get
what I mean Don't try to build yourself from the outside Don't try to make yourself; you'll break every time Don't try to take your guilt and leave it
become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then?
It's funny, you never know who your friends are 'til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite But I'm all wrong; no wonder my family Don't wanna
t-b-o-y-z Ah, ah ah ah ah let bust a head inside my muathfuckin steel Ima pull a head and I'm a shoot em niggaz dead Niggaz don't know I bust up the hemp
ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin' rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll
your ass if you tell me so Toe to toe, you can lose your deal an' your hoe Now it's hard to pay your carton note an' buy you some smoke Seen your man
, Ducky Cally Rodney Bump and Chick, shit A lot a niggas flow the way I flow but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin