Translation: Doa. Waiting For You - Part 2.
a loaded guns. with my back to the sun just waiting for you. waiting for you. just waiting for you. waiting for you. i'm still waiting for you
better than I-ZZ-R you and me me and you what a team we are cafe come on [chorus] it would be fly if you were my b-u-d-d-y don't be shy give it a
fried Singin' that's the day a part of me died That's the day a part of me died Did Bert and Ernie teach you of love? Can you take a bath alone in the
And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin
all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook - Jean Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no
a reason why God came, to you and I If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know [Verse 2] Her eyes
a midget to an ape Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8 Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you Left dead, cops can't find a
crew, Soopafly comin' through I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few The D.P. locked out, niggaz get choked out Smoked out niggaz that'll fuck you
the matter Mr. CEOOOO You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo Shit give a hood nigga a chance, a nigga won't rob you, plus a nigga ain't gone
searched and searched, but still there's no sign It's gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind Now would you set up home, and wait for a mystery god
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
like a hummer exhaust Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for
-a-r-t for y-o-u I can't pay the bills for dinner, I juz' give them my IOU For sure, I'm not after f-u-c-k, got no b-a-d intentions don't wanna play
a circle Yeh! - play, boy, but I know my swivin' hurt you. I take you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha) Yer a basic MC, boy. I'm done - past it.
don't know you nigga! Yadidimean! You ain't M.O.B. nigga! You ain't no real blood, you fuckin' basketball nigga! Yadidimean! (Chorus #2 2x) I know you
what do we find? niggaz watchin' for my pockets, planning plots on mine Am I blind? Let my rhymes speak, for me in history a legend you define me Don
when cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in
