dark road and I'm right here in the middle of it Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something I took the time out to save a little bread Now
heart and mine Love can build a bridge Love and only love Don't you think it's time? Oh, don't you think it's time? Don't you think it's time? Love
your time fighting the life Stay your course and you'll understand Get it boy This '87 state of mind that I'm in In my prime, so for that time I'm Rakim
to a couple boaters and she tryna motor boat her and im coming from the w-w-westside of the Motor you might find banana clips 'cause it's Guerilla warfare last
to cop Range/range like a vocalist But man does not live on bread alone What good is a Range/range when it's time to head home? Chorus 2x [Common] *during chorus on the second time
I buy dro and pour a 4 for my dogs that died in the past Praying to God I stay afloat just to make this hustle last Its prime time I'm obeying the laws
realize My friendships Will carry me over In a course of distance In a cause of sorrow Friends that last Will dance one more time With me I don't need
[Intro] Where you going baby? You know I want you to stay right? Why you tryna leave? [Verse 1] I already told ya, You can come over . Lotta' bread
telly, smell me? Thank god he ain't fuckin wit that red line cuz i'll merk any nigga that disrespect mine If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time
make bitches scream for me like I'm Lil Jon Last king to flow, sweeter then a bon bon Quick sand bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint
, baby, this time in the six fo' (Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time) (I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time) A
Uh-huh That's right Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago Last week I had everything Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago I had the
] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread
ain't better than havin' two looney individuals off cash and brew lace the avenues boy I ain't mad at you hindu drinkin glass with you, cheers we lasted
One ain't better than havin' two, looney individuals off cash and brew Lace the avenues boy I ain't mad at you Hindu drinkin' glass with you, cheers We lasted
Chip I swear I who share the last pound will is the same people I share my mill with six zero's in my last mill with bread and wine last supper was some
every situation make man humble like pie I've never had love for the feds 'cause they don't give man alibi Holdin' man under arrest, takin' time outta my life Once time's taken, time
have to deal with me I know the last twelve years has been hell You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well I'm sorry for the times I brought trouble