? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my
[talking] Young Don, it's been a long time man Loved by few that's right, get your money man Hated by so many, Southside C.M.G., one time [Lil' Keke]
played the game befo' Too many niggaz hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain't Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain't Why so many motherfuckers
game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never
I've become The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto
and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will
's why monster movies are so popular, you know? Phyllis: I'd waited and waited . . . Don: D'you know how many a monster movie costs to make? Phyllis:
Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a shit [VERSE 1: Willie D]
will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never be
to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise (rise) My ghetto queen, rise (rise) Don't be afraid to try (try) Too many of us died to the
hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will