'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns Its where you from South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas Fuck where you at kid Fuck where you at kid To all my Queens Duns, niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep

Have not the strongest And closest ties been bound so long I've called upon them They remind me where I'm from With deep conviction I am connected cross the miles With out them nothing worth relying on It's been so long since I could say I've needed

Go big or go home Go big or go I'm thinking life's too short, it's passing by So if I'm gonna go at all I'll sleep when I'm dead, you can bury me Don't feel like going home But all my cash is gone Yeah, I got nothing to do tonight

I know what it feels like Nothing really matters I breathe her Every time I see her, oh She completes me How she reads me Right or wrong It's so clear she's All that I need

Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,

Top of the world Living the dream, wake me up, wake me up when it's over I've tried my best to be humble I've tried so hard to explain I know that nothing is easy (Over and over) I know that all of it's my fault I bring you nothing but pain Look at the

Soon you will see left with nothing You better aim for my head Into the earth we descend Do not be afraid It's only the break Of all that you laid Watch as they take There is no life at the end of this war At the end of this war eternally

I don't know what came over me I'm too dumb for words Here we are, now where are we? It's like nothing I've ever seen we got hoarse-throated huckster's whispered gimmicks Rubbernecking the curious cynics and headlong-walkers, One born every minute do I

We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Saturday morning and it's time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loading in the

It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone