've kept our faith warm through the worst We haven't cursed our luck or run amuck To prayer we've stuck Please reward our pluck And save this duck
a bingo on the beat like Carson Palmer And them niggas couldn't see me with panorama. (Haha) Niggas soft as a can of flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with a
't see But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me Playa, it ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me So if you want what's
the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother
be a contradiction I tell em I do it for the love I do it for the hugs I do it for the buzz I do it for the thugs I do it for the rich I do it for the
] Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a
fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for
me or pay for me I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me Momma pray for me Goons spray for me I have em bring me your head on a tray for me Cut
true The levee's busted, badness comin' through Oh no, there ain't no place to hide Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride Sea of frustration,
yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get ****** Body found in the dumpster For real a
a mad man, this is a real life movie, mad max S.K.'s, A.K's max,,A.B.R's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
The fox went out on a chilly night He prayed for the moon to give him light For he'd many a mile to go that night Before he reached the town-o, town-o
dum dum dums Niggas, it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose For the niggas that close
so I prepare for the worst, and hope for the best, and the rest is written. Some wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit
ready for Armageddon 'Cause I know God should be ready to roll To go through all of the wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air And pray for
they lie Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only pray Maintain, 'cause a nigga was lusting For money had to get it cause a nigga was struggling
to ride around floss a little bit Smoke a little bit, drink a little bit. Nigga, don't you? Now, we got to make these millions We got to look out for
a punk and pretend I reload buck a little more flee the scene 'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface