Lyrics:
when we losing all each other
I say times getting hard when we losing all our brothers
I say times getting hard when you coming from that struggle
I say
from this planet, abandoned by stars
That's why I'm the man with the plan for it all
I'm destined for greatness, I'm great after all, by far
Huh, I'd
time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World"
Party
wanna call me but (we ah woman)
You know seh, more time, nobody can tell me seh I'm not a man by choice
You know what I mean? (Straight up)
Alright
on
Man I done messed around and partied too hard, I need a nap
See yall next weekend, same bat time, same bat channel
Ha-ha, Robb Blacc and I'm out
(tell everybody now)
Our time has come to rejoice (oh)
A new agenda's due (gotta step it up)
Amen
It's time to know the truth (give a little bit)
Our
the single deal
cBB was at our fingers still we couldn't sing for meals
I did construction in the morning
Pushing a broom at J Crew cus they knew my shoes
I The Prophesies
Before the earth was formed
The beginning was the Word
Because God saw the the fall of man
Before it had occurred
His plan of our
to give up (though her boyfriend wasn’t interested in helping out), she kept going, kept working hard and in a short time her business flourished and was
pregnant by another man
Where the fuck did I find this creature
A lot of time we kind of lose focus
And red flags is something that
We fail to notice
But
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:
Tryna make it work, but man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinkin' old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talkin' up all night
Sayin'
Tryna make it work, but man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinkin' old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talkin' up all night
Sayin'
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
hard
We can never wait
Better days we all gotta face
I know some things
are just hard To take
Most of the time when
I smile is fake
Child
You gotta
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
Since the beginning man had a grind
So I figured out it's our time
Yeah, to have this mission on our mind
Trip, tell em' boys why you on on your
see?
The cops just killed another black man that look just like me
And nah, this ain't the first time, and it won't be the last
Unless you stand up
can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
don't gimme HARD TIMES
I'm trudging through the pain, praying blind gimme faith
Our dome was aglow with the love that we shared
you were there, even in
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
twenty-five gyal
Dem man roll with twenty-five man!
I knew it would happen, saw it coming
That's why it's our music they're plugging
I push grime hard, I go in
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