't get down on my knees and pray Loud and proud I fight every day Fighting back - Come what may A good day to die - A cold grave to lie A good day to
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won't get down on my knees and pray Loud and proud I fight every day Fighting back - Come what may A good day to die - A cold grave to lie A good day
they say you'd best to go your separate ways, guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
say it's best To go your separate ways Guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today That was yesterday Yesterday is over It's a different day Sound like
sons of assassins Match it, collecting more cash That's true, you're feeling that Niggas said all my babies get a million Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous
gone We hit the road back in 1993 Had a vision like a prophet, the project was go see The logic was so deep, I come back and do a lotta good I heard
more on my plate Eatina?? good, family good Okay, a??til that day, Ia??m-a get up and move, move Show my babies how the thug do, ooh Ia??m-a play it
to love it, you better chase the paper all day So you can walk down the long platinum hallway But now the fools are minute made They get played for a
penis Or we can scream, "I just don't give a fuck" and see who means it What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one but you don't
with my brothers on the road this time around my mind is on a different mode theres no need to shop around i got the good shit at home ive been blessed with a
up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a
? the yay I hustle for real let you hold the block for a day Pull it in your brain and give you a hot idea You wanna low here?s a casket you can hide
a MC, catch me in a MC On a buck twenty, bitch, fuck wit me? Woo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy Do a buck on a ninety-five? Run with them hookers when
a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em Jack a nigga for the day to days An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em Get a weapon and I crack
