You never lied to me through the years No i don't want To fall asleep again With no excuses No i'm still alive Don't bury me Until my hands still shake
the past Hand in hand With ignorance and legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much but we'll take our
You want me to come over I got an excuse Might be holding your hand but I'm holding it loose Go to talk then we choke its like our necks in a noose Avoid
shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots everybody (x2) Hey (x21) The ladies love us when we pour shots they need an excuse to suck our
arrow It's aim is always true It don't shoot like a shadow Let it just fly with you (? ? ? ) Everybody love the rockin' band Everybody now clap your hands
on the asphalt land Like a hammering blow from God's left hand What little still grows cringes in the shade till the night time We can run but we can't hide from
freeze those hands on ur glock we can dance til' we drop, in the sands of the Trop romance is so hot, u'll catch a tan on the spot edge u the spot, and hand
last one It's funny that we're shaking hands Wait a minute, I know this hand It's the same hand I'll hold in front of a minister Same hand When you'
last one It's funny that we're shaking hands (Wait a minute, I know this hand) It's the same hand (I'll hold in front of a minister) Same hand (When
when my number's called I'm punchin' the clock No need for screamin' at me momma, I'm out And plus I wasn't really happy here to start with, let that
chance to get our dance on We got more chance to get our jam on I got one more chance to get my hands on you Might as well do it now Cause they playin' our
Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches [Verse 1 - June the Great] I slang hope to the world like my name was Obama Shakin' hands with your
Man Just how did our oil get under their sand? And how did our homes get onto their land? And how did our foes get guns in their hands? Conflict diamonds
it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut Up in D and D, stayin' with some rats and some sluts From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut CNN, Network
rulers standing still sweating through the shade who knew those lights only grew bright to fame dead wrong pageantry lottery and games slight of hand
target From artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans Admit, I did it from standing in rain with
, This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance, This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech, I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from
, (Don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose my soul.) Lord forgive us when we get consumed by the things of this world, That fight for our love, and our passion, As our
