Stand up, stand up we were right And they can't deny it You know we can't be more justified We've come to far just to fade away Pushed every day now See the blood sweat and tears on our face We've never been stronger There's no holding back now So you

So when you see me nigga You better holla at me You better beware where you lay Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me We better not find where you stay Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa

We're sendin' out a major love And this is our message to you (message to you) The planets are linin' up We're bringin' brighter days They're all in line waitin' for you You're just another part of me Can't you see? Another part of me We're takin' over

Why can't we see it Take back your freedom Take it back, take it back They're trying to make a slave of you No one will list it down it's true You should pick the words Dividing your reason Full use of power Of the damnation

Music can't be everything They were once awaiting I'll meet you in the maze All those songs that came before you Every friend in need, every memory It's me who makes the peace in me All I wanna sleep with, see It's me that makes the peace in me From

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl

They're wrong That we're estranged and all alone They believe nothing can reach us And pull us out of the boundless gloom Yeah, baby, they're wrong They'll say, no one can see us They'll say the sun is dying And the fragile can't be saved And the cold,

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

Clouds roll by Reeling is what they say Or is it just my way? Wind blows by low light Side tracked low light Can't see my tracks your scent way back Can I be here all alone? Clear a path to my home Blood runs dry