Faces in the crowd Faces in the crowd will smile again And the devil may cry The devil may cry at the end of the night They will parade upon your victory It won't be in vain To swallow all your pain And learn to love what burns And gather courage to

You've been growing up You've been growing on Further away from us now And everything below you dies The same fool in the same game My father he told me what goes around Comes, comes around again The faces you see on the way up Are those on the way back

The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

Dogs of war We be the dogs of war (Soldier of fortune) Call in the dogs of war (Soldier of fortune) Dodgin' the bullets, shootin' the missiles Soldiers of fortune, such a pretty name Face the game Send in the dogs of war (Soldier of fortune) You be a

Is it just a game? I don't know There comes you to take me in your arms I don't know where I am I don't know this place Don't recognize anybody Just the same old empty face See these people they lie And I don't know who to believe anymore But there comes

My substitute for love The face of you Should I wait for you I traded fame for love Without a second thought It all became a silly a game Some things cannot be bought I got exactly what I asked for Wanted it so badly

One on one I wanna play that game tonight One on one I know I wanna play that I'm tired of playing on the team Oh it seems I don't get time out anymore What a change if we set the pace face to face No one even trying to score And oh oh I can feel the

It's a lonely road Full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait till then I heard you're on a big train And all this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place

I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up) DTF, I'm down to fuck Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no) Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah) Talkin' 'bout early in the morning We

We live real down here, Lord let us live Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister Red and curly and she wake me up early Cause hustlers hit the