Lyrics:
back tell me how much can you take of that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
What's that rule that you live by, a tough guy never cries
How strong are you now,
Have you ever been awaken by the crowing of a rooster
While the night is still heavy on the ground
And the voice of Uncle Ben seems to break
floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking at the niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
mean one god and one god only
Rastaman discover that is three in one one in three
Blessed be on to thee only trinity for iver, for iver
And iver
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
I worry, I weigh three times my body
I worry, I throw my fear around
But this morning
There's a calm I can't explain
The rock candy's melted,
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off
One two
One two three four
I'll kiss that away
Both of them swam from a northern blue sky
Smile on their faces they entered their doom like
Crooked cops
This whole thing that you seeing
Was predicted by PAC
We tired of banging on these
Doors, it's time to break these locks
So the system
Can't
One, two, one, two, three
Silver screen such a disgrace
I couldn't look her straight in the face
A blue addiction I live in disgust
Degradation
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
how I wanna be baby)
We're so high, I'm watching all the clouds drift by below me
We should try, it's been so long since I made you cry
Long live
There's three bedrooms hardwood floors and the kitchen's new
It's got everything a family needs and a backyard view
Ask anyone where it is
One two
One two three four
I'll kiss that away
Both of them swam from a northern blue sky
Smile on their faces they entered their doom like
One, two, one, two, three
Silver screen such a disgrace
I couldn't look her straight in the face
A blue addiction I live in disgust
Degradation
Have you ever been awaken by the crowing of a rooster
While the night do still heavy on the ground
And the voice of Uncle Ben seems to break
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
Uh
Pump, pump, woo
Come on, uh
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inca, Inca, bottle of ink
Paintings
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At three a.m.
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
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