what's your value for the money? what's your value for all energy? what's your value for the power? make it value for all life! only now for me, myself
you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside
my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how
Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather f-k wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
up) And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up
busted open You used to ask for my advice Well, dear homie, dyin' ain't nothin' nice And the place I'm at is over packed With young blacks who crash crack
fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers
E pull the lever Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks Push up the levels till the red lights max Don't try to size up,you better wise up To the rap
there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin' you down and now you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run
we been? You can kiss my indecisive ass crack, maggots, and the cracker's ass Little crackerjack beat, making wack mass Backwards producers, I'm back bastards One more CD and then I'm packing up
with me, if you stop and stare Should be on my team in my car on the way to the spot Yes, you are Toasting up, posting up And when we're done, we west
to know If you ain't doin' it for yourself it don't matter d'oh It was a wake up Just to wake up Wake up Get up I break fools off like leprosy If they
day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack
still grow The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night, and I emcee and never
to mention I ball packed clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals I'm only twenty-one, sitting on mills We on fire up
