Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna

We build cathredrals to our pain Establish monuments to attain Freedom from all of the scars and the sins Lest we drown in the darkness within Here in the darkness that I lay lay Depression heavy in its weigh And how my body aches to leave To sing its final

Play with me, you gon' get chastised Free the bros down the road doin' real time All the homies, they call it the red line He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time" Al Geno on the track Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches Let a nigga know

Show business That's the way it goes Show business That's show business You learn to sing You learn to play Why don't the businessmen Ever learn to pay You play in halls

The winner takes it all I don't want to talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play

Thug for Life I will be (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime I will lead (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) This is the ballad of a dead

Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Turn it up some more! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Everybody get

Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Don't go sharing your devotion And all I've learned has overturned I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me