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Blood all on my heart blood all on my jeans
Fn on my hip like a movie scene
This ain't no nike this is Louie V
Fighting for my life please don't mess

steady working hard
But we ain't building shit that matters
We ain't building shit that matters

And now we up at 3 4 and 5
Fighting for our lives
Praying

make love
We break up
We make up we keep on cheating
This aint love
Ish changed up
Ish changed and we fight, what we fighting for?
This 5 and 4
This time

Man I'm coming with the rifle
Huh
I had to put down the bible
Huh
Man I'm shooting at my rivals
Gave him 5 rounds like we're fighting for the title

it's changing me
And they won't leave me be
I'v been fighting for so long for this mental peace
Yeah ah, yeah ah
These voices in my head, I
Yeah I , yeah

for V like Gadaffi
Up with my cheese le madawgie
Up with my cheese le madawgie I'm fighting for V like Gadaffi

What I’m Fighting For
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough

V1:
Dad was only 40 years old, we were counting on 40

Men and Women

Rodney Carrington

Nut Sack

2003

5 guys fighting 5 other guys for a hole. Just like being in a nightclub! And off course tennis was invented by a women, 'cause that's just her doing:

selected through plays
Chosen by [The One Almighty]!
Hear our name, the team's [5K]!
Fighting just for [Laughs], we play
[War] against things we don't see

gone let us in
I watched my cousin sit for five fighting twenty five to life with a L for some shit that he ain't never Did
Made it back now he can hug

They out here living like it's suicide
Feds trying to give him 2-5
Fighting for his life like it's do or die

eyes reminisce yeah it's just a phase
I just wanna get my Dawgs outta the cage
Yeah you struggle in the puddle I can feel your rage
Working 9-5 fighting

club rapper
Imma house party 2 keg 
3 pound 4 fridges full of 40 Ounces, 5 fine bitches fighting For the last of the Jell-O shots Rapper 

Always been

love a black man, but sometimes I don't want to
It's a blessing and a curse, cause they gon' fight you till they want to
If they would stop fighting for

tight rope
Bet I still catch rounds from 5-0
Fighting for survival
Be it greed noose or a rifle
Won't be a slave to the Bible
Finna break the chains

my head
But I can't
I can't even find the words to say
If I ever do, I promise I'll talk on that day
'Cause I've been fighting for five years
And this

You slave and toil day after day
For a crummy job with meager pay
A cog in the machine five days a week
Fighting for a future not so damn bleak
You

thirty-five Gs and we fighting for custody
Two-three months I couldn't see 'em
Shit went too far
Rollies, fake teeth, new car, I gave it to her
Gone

for


V2
Not always eye to eye
but we're still heart to heart
and when the days get dark
if we can stay out of our way
and hang on to what really

Can I get my mind right?
And my money too?
I am losing my damn mind
What am I to do?
What am I to do?
Working nine to five (Grinding)
Hustle for my

I'm a young boy I stay wilding
Her pussy gold her pussy diamond
But she still can't get a dime and
Counting so much money need five hands
Too clean for

for 5
Made it off cock fighting
Magazines, private tabs
Looking at explicit
You can see it in the twitch in his leg
You wouldn't miss it
Family, people,

break shit is outta order
5 years I was fighting for my son and daughter
I get anxiety just hearing bout custody orders
If I gotta pay support then I

up some of the sums
Them niggas shitty
So the homie I dumped 
Pussy nigga
I ain't fighting for crumbs
Five grams puffed nigga be numb

Four five