too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I hope it's not too late The last thing I wanna hear is too late
[P. Diddy - talking] Ten years Yo the sun don't shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business
moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one night late I was in a car wreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for ten
Still rounded (chea), dress square but a nigga well rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggaz my first two (what) Lil' years
night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there) Last night I realized I'm dreaming Too late
down South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style I raised too many rappers you support Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too $hort
, nigga yours will be mine And I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too late And I'll never take a punk ass bitch on a date They say Too Short baby why
on me And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked I take my ass back, to where I grew up And get real boy, it's never too late Before I do like you and
game, now let's get out here and make this loot Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much
nigga wit guns, we got guns too More heated, ready to outgun you It's too late I already outgunned you You was around, you know the outcome too Let's
to better thangs Can't live with the negative and ghetto pains Can't be late, can't wait to get to where we're going Almost ten to four and I'm sure
The war is on, yo On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a
in profundant abundance On January second the Bush administration Announced a recession had stricken the Nation the highest quarterly Earnings in ten years
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block runnin' Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming And it's too late [Verse 10: Low-G] My homie died
if I take you home E F F E C T a cool operator Operating correctly but back in the day I knew rap would never die Too late baby bwai bai in a body boy
ten videos, but does that help me flow? No. That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know cause they were too young to rock up in
my way Victory is on the way Khaled go in on 'em Show 'em we gonna win, homey Get off in they skin homey I've been gettin' it in the streets over ten years
Cap That's Miss. Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that" But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years Cracked a cold
