Texty:
Smoke Or Fire The Hard Way

's gonna be all right. We're free at last, and I've learned that the hard way. Learned that the hard way, learned that the hard way I can't hear anything

Goodbye, it's gonna be all right. We're free at last, and I've learned that the hard way. Learned that the hard way, learned that the hard way I can'

this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to

good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz

6 tha sea six Icey fits on five, icey tips I live a nice way, I store my jewels in an ice-tray How you want it, the man or the mice way? Talk 2 of these

nigga) Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit) For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah) Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard

I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha Verse One: Fuck them hoes

't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin' Just the smoke

if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it Get em high like noon or the moon Or room filled with smoke