Artist: Solomon Childs f/ Will Geiss Album: The Art of Making Love & War Song: No Way We Can Lose Typed by: Cno Evil [Will Geiss] Late night, hit the block, hoping I can make a knot It's not, atleast got to get back to the spot, so I get popped These are days, when a man becomes a man before he gets laid Twitchy itchy trigger finger, snitches on the takes From a cold cell, I can hear my momma heart break And I hate to see her cry, that's why I bought her that S5, ay Corner after corner, one day, I'm gon' be a goner All my life I've been a loner, and I know why Too close is just too close Even for my enemies, that's saying the kin of me, hells no All a player want is some shell toest, couple bad chicks Designer labels on my clothes Fiends twitching they nose, it's like Sam on Bewitched I don't want to refuse 'em, but I wanna get rich [Chorus: Will Geiss] There's no way I can lose With my mind set on breaking through If I go to the top, I'm taking you With me... We'll suffer bumps and bruises You better wake up, got shit to do, and Time to strap up, don't let catch you snoozing It's time, and there's no way we can lose [Solomon Childs] Ralph McDaniels said you gotta have balance That's why I speak with power, like a pilgrim With blood on a Indian's malet You know the Saints almost made it to the Super Bowl But mama live in New Orleans and nobody built her a new home We don't care about the kids, who can't go to school Where's the carpenters tools, the young dudes Is rebelious, wild, and follow they own rules We can complain about our world, it's in shambles But we pay for junk shops and hand dogs We watching the talking of authority, gigabytes A short of a wind thrust, technology claims Taking care of us, but technology's the real destruction From PlayStation to MySpacin' And the government talking bout the evil that men do Redeem the times, cuz the days of evil, come on [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] So understand something, boo Baby this is Superman love, you done married a thug, right? I knew you respect the game, of a hoodlum and his dame Bringing the average couple to shame Everywhere we go, people react the same But they look so good together They so educated together, New York Undercover Remember when we reminiscened? Getting raw ways in Raw-Way, catching tear threes with Jorge You was upstate bringing me 'nuff noodles Staten Island to Spanish Harlem You was getting them packages, bringing it back to Scooter The dirty guns in Bushwick, I had you doing Everything, I apoligize for the conflict But baby-baby, I love you And always know that I'mma be there for you [Chorus]