I'm on the run again But it's like what they say when it happens this way You gotta do it again and again. Don't wanna lose it,but I gotta do it again. Whatever I do,where-ever I go,the same afterglow Is keepin' me low, don't wanna lose it, But don't

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (to take a stand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just letting you know that, you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Everybody

I want to know about the strangers like me Tell me more, please show me About the strangers like me I want to know, can you show me? Something is familiar Whatever you do I'll do it too Show me everything And tell me how

Pork on the fork, widen the pot By any means if you like it or not Malcom X, by any means Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don Real nigga, street certified, hit

I never, never, never Want to be in love with anyone but you Then I love you For whatever you do For whatever you do Then I hate you I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

Buy that boy with a pipe Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might) Empty my bank account And buy that boy with a pipe Put some spotlight on the slide Whatever comes, comes through clear Put some

I got, I got what you need right here, right here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night A hell of a night So we can do whatever you like Cole World, Cole Life, Cold Blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches

I never, never, never Want to be in love with anyone but you Then I love you For whatever you do For whatever you do Then I hate you I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh