Singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh kitchen is for cook, whoa-ey-oh scissors at the barber, whoa
him and nothing else Everyday there is a battle that rages The conquest will always be love I live for her right here and now No exit sign no other
move. Always gonna be an uphill battle And sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. It ain't about how fast I get there, Ain't about whats waiting on the other
it move Always gonna be a uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waitin' on the other
of the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs That we'll have each others
other side It's a wild wild west I'm doing my best I'm at the borderline of my faith, I'm at the hinterland of my devotion In the frontline of this battle
lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other
mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street with a battle
joga It's a fight, it's a fight and you finally belong Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar More than a battle scar, such a good, good story
ve been through stormy weather Get back together And do it over again Instead of me being your woman I feel like I'm your opponent I want this battle
At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream A war's already waged for my destiny But You've already won the battle And You've got great plans
come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have all died in battle or in vain And
so alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico As tiny as a tear The coast of California Must be somewhere over here, over here Standing on the moon I see the battle
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio From Newark to Ontario, bust us when we in stereo 'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
