of Noah and the Ark Where would I be without your love? Where would I be without your arms around me? Where would I be without your love? Where would I be
in your blood Where would I be without your love? Where would I be without your arms around me? You were to be the only one If I knew you I would not
Translation: Cake. Where Would I Be?.
raging in your blood Where would I be without your love? Where would I be without your arms around me? You were to be the only one If I knew you I would
in the middle of that peril I'm still rocking new apparel I just left the casino, I got money by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert
, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part
hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with Pete Rock, let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop taking
it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop
it type nigga 'round the town, town, town Had he not played it so flat He ask you when half of these niggas hurtin' and workin' Would be he be found,
comin? up as a youngster Pussy and money the only language I clung ta Claim ta, I bought myself up to become one Ain't ya happy I chose rap, I'm amongst
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I
Everywhere, I see them there, I stop and stare at patterns. I don't care, I must declare, I got a flair for patterns. On my hair, the clothes I wear,
'cause I don't remember I'll never give in, I'll never give up, I'll let 'em live in, they sinnin' They pretend to be tough, pretend to be blessed They
Bizzy Bone- I'll never give in I'll never give up I'll let 'em live in They sinnin' They pretend to be tough, Pretend to be touched, Pretend to be blessed
we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me I know niggas would fuck around And say we tried to steal your style Come on to funky town, that's where
and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell 'Cause I'm a gangsta The streets always been
a better place and that joy is felt I learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail You would be proud, I'm due to be caked up Wanna make your
-Lites] Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble
