the wrong day. They can?t wait to quit ? just to give up and go. Can?t show any pride cause there?s nothing to show. They admit defeat cause it?s all
my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt, I can no longer stand it Now my respect I demand it I'ma take control of this relationship, command it
the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe
It's so insane, 'cause when it's going good, it's going great I'm Superman with the wind at his back She's Lois Lane but when it's bad, it's awful,
remains Loving you, baby child Tighten up on your reigns You're running wild, running wild, it's true Sick for days, so many ways I'm aching now, I'm aching now It
't believe it, I just made a mistake Well parents are the same no matter time nor place So to you all the kids all across the land Take it from me
no had work all in' the projects Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it We was livin' it up All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in
Ron Browz! Yes! I'm way back in the most amazing way Well lemme introduce you to the new talk Let's get straight to it, c'mon! La ilaha illa Allah, ha
it's sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But that's all right because I like the way it
just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole -
so much in common With my big cock creator We function on the lowest human level Yet somehow keep living I thought it was over but it all still hurts the same It
peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called street life Rest in peace I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all
high, bitch) (Versatile) I treat a bitch like a hoe, cause a hoe is a bitch You know it's other people's money That be makin' em trick They makin' me sick
i'm sick of all your games i'm sick of all of what you say cuz all you do it does not make sense oh no chorus: your
, ready All my fellas up in here, if you had enough and you're ready to sign, say (Ready, ready, ready, ready) I'm ready, yes I am All my ladies if you sick
Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song I Let It Hum To Ya The Others One Sing Along Now It's A
