And now I tiptoe Around on eggshells. There's nothing else I can do. Good boyfriend, Now I try to fake it. And you think I'll never know Why you try
Translation: Hundred Reasons. I'll Never Know.
. And now I tiptoe Around on eggshells. There's nothing else I can do. Good boyfriend, Now I try to fake it. And you think I'll never know Why you try
, Iiiiiii be I be I been I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin? I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new
Yeah, whatcha think about that? Well, I'm a crazy son of a (Bad word) But I know I'm gonna make it big and rich Yeah, I'm gonna let it rip Hey, just
like double that I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we nigga rich I'll
How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The
I know is someone said goodbye Maybe we weren't ready yet To let go of our innocence Guess we'll never know the reason why But broken hearts, tears and
being your woman I feel like I'm your opponent I want this battle to end Here I surrender You can have it this aint what I need But I'm so weak for you
it yourself and never tell no one You see them shells blowin'? I go to hell knowin' That I had them eagles sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I
tree I only saw what I was seeking What I was made to see I cannot change What I don't understand And I was never taught To look again You know I never
is the reason, Clutchin my metal trinkets, Wish bring the pain for these niggas, Please believe it? [Wish] I'm a drink, I'm a smoke, When I hit the
know me Eyo gringo, eyo gringo I heard you want some marijuana Want some pure white coca Eyo gringo, eyo gringo You see I've never been a smoker I'm
every hood that I've been around 84th, just seen to the buggie down Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down Niggas know I got love, niggas know I
'll comply Why leave her on her own? If I'd have known then I wouldn't have said it I wouldn't have said it if I would have known Why leave her on her
I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus When I get home tonight I'm gonna tell Him all about my troubles And I know He'll make them right Then I'll ask
passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don
your fingers, I ain't goin' away I don't regret what I spit, ?cause I know what I say And niggas talk about me, they don't know when to stop I got the
