best with what I got It's not a lot but I know I'll survive There's another face That won't be around for a long time And another day Best believe,
with what I got, it's not a lot, but I know I'll survive. There's another face, that won't be around for a long time. And another day, best believe I
best with what I got, it's not a lot, but I know I'll survive. There's another face, that won't be around for a long time. And another day, best believe
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
face The love I made is the shape of my space My face my face Never in the wrong time or wrong place Desecration is the smile on my face The love I
Remember Pun? Yeah, check me out Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like
seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys Please, no remorse for your two face Inside a symbol, my life
to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and dine her And get jealous
booming indeed I ran through the tunnel Terrorize speed That's when I was still in the jungle slangin that D [Spoken over the beat] Get out my face!
indeed I ran through the tunnel Terrorize speed That's when I was still in the jungle slangin that D [Spoken over the beat] Get out my face! No you ain
myself, do I fear you? And a beard grew, I felt my face, took out a mirror Looked in it, my hair was silver and in terror My body got cold, I broke the
living fast, moves in misery You got a song you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another
It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit another day another dollar wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars make em sit for the Godfather
a relation Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin' Can't see another brother succeed
