London writer man If anyone can then Stryder can Got her caught on the web like Spiderman She's like, oh, that Stryderman Top East London writer man If anyone
have no faith distractin' me I know why your prayers will never be answered God hates us all, God hates us all God hates us all, God hates us all Yea
just anyone ain't happening I just gotta be with you Do you think about, us finishing somethin' we started so long ago I wanna give you my all Do you think about, maybe us
(Life, hope, truth, trust, faith, pride, love) Keep movin' on, and on and on (Lust, on without the things we've lost) (The things we've gained we'll take with us
be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash Yo, let's skip town like Harlem nights We make moves in stage coaches Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone
? Whatever you may do Nothing can come between us Now, that the seed's been sown Why won't anyone leave us To be alone? When are they coming to save us
be somebody else. Or else a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. We'll be your untouchables. We'll be your outcasts. We don't care what you projects on us
hi, then I give her one and let her fly Never tell a lie, the night you couldn't find a better guy King shit, flyer than anyone you been seen with Gangster
is always shining And the air smells like warm root beer, And the towels are oh so fluffy! Where the shriners and the lepers Play their ukuleles all day long And anyone
spread. "Stop it or I won't show you any more!" "We can't believe that you're so dumb to think we needed anyone to show us what we've known about for
that wonderful feel Of rollin' in an automobile You could say we was out of our mind And let me tell you we were flyin' while blind Then they had us
keepin' the gully since way back Lot a niggas been talkin', they runnin' they mouths barkin' Runnin' around false, they claimin' they want a weapon to rob us
when Eazy died of the A-I-D's or whatever disease it brought/ Harmony nominee we up to beat now anyone wanna keep us twisted? You better believe it/
house at half past nine In a low-cut dress with a bottle of wine She said, "This will be a night you won't forget" She poured us some drinks to get us
under your wings For the world to know That hope will not die Where the children cry Na na na Na na na Na na na Can anyone tell me why? Can anyone
[Pusha T:] It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory The engines too loud, these haters can't ignore me Feeling like a legend, anyone that
you stay in position Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path I don't know nobody fuckin' wit us I ain't Gerome
in position (Styles P) Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path (SL) I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I