way Don't give up faith, don't give up hope There's always something better Waiting around the corner Don't give up now, please don't let go Well,
way Don't give up faith Don't give up hope There's always something better Waiting around the corner Don't give up now Please, don't let go What can
around your throat Don't choke, you feeling like giving up Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks God's telling you hear your boy but you don't wanna give
gotta shine first Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em I hope they don't act like we won't smack
mercy on my soul when I'm suited up, daddy was a hustla, mommy was a christian, momma said prayers daddy started cookin chicken, if I'm living life wrong I don't
myself a uzi Don't confuse me, no they don't amuse me I come after the money, like Wednesday come after Tuesday I told Stunna I'm wylin', he say don't
am I throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain that's your girl, bitch get
I summon up the power of banana clan Witness the fitness, the cruffatin liveth, one hope, one quest Witness the fitness, the cruffatin liveth, one hope
wind, I can't win When it gets hot, it boils down to sin If heaven ain't a gift, then I ain't getting in, man I can't even find the words for the way
bootlegger leg if he leak my shit You don't wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit Drink my piss, you could never compete like this I'ma give you an example
become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then?
best Jersey City, stand up Patterson, stand up Off top, just blaze Hold up nigga, slow up nigga Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga Know
ground where they frown, cause they're fed Because they wanna live a life with glamor They hope and hope and hope, but like a hammer Reality shatters every single hope
and a bitch from up the street On the second day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me 2 vcr's and a t.v. and a bitch from up the street On the third day
, see the tank in my eyes Man you bitch niggas don't worry me You screaming soldier but you fake niggas are wannabe's Yall don't wanna fuck with me For
lost soul look how you've grown don't ever give up hope you'll find your way home please don't cry don't feel so alone open your true eye and take blood
