hesitate to realize everything was just a fake and all of your thoughts they get in my way and all of your dreams they display my pain only nights we
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
the call were never heard PRECHORUS: And the lines are drawn A match divided and thrown As the heart holds on To the life that is known CHORUS: Now what once was the night
Cincinnati, with a white bitch, happy. [Look at you.] And I'm out there rapping, ready for the war, and end of the nights, but blessed, I'll be blasting
s the book of thugs. Come a little bit closer, nigga, take a look at this, picture this vision of a mission accomplished. Bone thugs all the way 'til
knowing is my business and I divide to multiply And give thanks to most high, 24/7 brothers got to make a living Overcome the odds is the only decision
' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life
my eyes and see you here Can't get used to life without you Close my eyes, see your face, I only have myself to blame Can't get used to life without
, the real McCoy Electrical all over like a Super Nova astroid Crash it back down to Earth With a six shooter computer eyes and a beautiful view of this
only been talkin' like that Since we been sittin' out the game I think the game need us Kamaal Let's talk to them niggaz, uh So many nights were spent
The siren sings a lonely song Of all the wants and hungers The lust of love, a brute desire The ledge of life goes under Divide the dream into the flesh
always cared There's always a reason Why someone's life has been spared Beyond the horizon The sky is so blue I've got more than a lifetime To live
God only knows what I've gone and been Til we reach the end Just stay strong and be a friend [Verse 1 - Big Boi] I cram to understand why a woman and a
came a squaw with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man
's a forever storm inside Let me go or my soul tears apart I'm divided into wrong and right I hate this fight I lose my mind I'm only a tool (of life
kids God only knows what I've gone and been ?Til we reach the end Just stay strong and be a friend I cram to understand why a woman and a man Make a
with honor, if a real nigga strike Or would you fall weak and help a courtroom indite And live with dishonor for the rest of your life Only bitches deal
's a million stories And a million ways to get there from here Baby I'm gonna put your skin on mine, be inside you all my life And if you let your heart
