Texty:
Tribe After Tribe Life Of A Love Song

itself, turning round in echoes, turning in my soul how can i throw my guns away, when i know you'll never change where men of love have ventured and

, worldwide Them wicked bad-ass thugs You punk niggas hate us But we don?t trip We still get madd ass love I show you the rapper that's sick of this song

chain, raps up a edge a lot My people suffering, slave to another chain This voyage is maiden like my mother, other name Is this your first trip to hell? Avenge a

A, coincidence everything is the same That a message in the music ain't a part of the game A, coincidence that we livin a lie A, coincidence that we only

glock protect my best friend mane they say I'm totally insane, with this pit bullet I'm locked mane a nigga get love in the streets mane, cause a nigga

mighty rebel makin' moves in silence Livin' life timeless Nigga, I be constantly rollin' with the devil on every level It's a battle war ain't nothin' but a

't need no stress in my life Don't need a person askin' questions to fight Speak not a word ma unless it's polite, 'fore I invest in a flight 'Cause all

I'm climbin' this pole A nigga wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this cold And nigga I'm hotter than a fire in a hole Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a

' hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth Last night, I took a trip