my crew Wake up the next morning broke as hell But not for long 'cause my records sell My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot Why not?That's who I made
, we know we on that Eyes low 'cause I'm blowin' on that ooh-wee You know, you know, we know we on that Hello Hello, good morning, how you doin' with
that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up, And I never saw her again But that's just the way things go In Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Anyway, things really started Lookin' up
Verse 1 (Scarface) Up early in the morning, waken by the sound of my cell phone, Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone. Was a homie that i went to school
wave to you like Good morning, ha-ha-ha-ha-haters Good morning, ha-ha-ha-ha-haters Good morning, ha-ha-ha-ha-haters Good morning, ha-ha-ha-ha-haters Good morning
My name is short just what you've been lookin' for Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase Up in the hills, tryin' to find my place Gettin' lost, gettin' tossed, gettin
bitches, hoes, and all that shit Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes like this, my name is $hort I'm tearin' shit up like never before
me where my bread is I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs But I don't understand them they very, very loved They don't wake up in the morning
, lovely day, lovely day It's dark outside now and it's gettin' kinda late The date was great but here comes the moment that I hate It's too bad a lovely day has gotta end up
real good time Another morning, I must get up and go to school I'm taking too long gettin' dressed, tryin' to look my best Because today is not your ordinary every morning
a Church as its bells rang Then I heard someone tell someone, "There's where Christ was born" I wonder if He looked like our baby looked on that first morn
it's time to bone Ma I like that you think that I was one of a kind And my ice made you think that love was blind Separate the greats, from the weak
was never was that big, the hood's even smaller grew up in the projects that moved the four quarters Pop's went to prison, i knew about the system every sunday morning
Maryanne, she's fixin' up some breakfast Got the lights on, on the Christmas tree Sittin' there lookin' up at an angel With something dyin' inside of me Grew up with great
me help you, amigo Hollywood meet Bollywood and Brooklyn on the drums Ladies and gentlemen, straight from Bombay You experiencin' the great composer Ab'dish When Wyclef show up
there, you let 'em be there Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants ta' be near. I can see that he cares I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, be-ware. (
pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down. That