s the trouble in this world The trouble in this world Oh trouble, in this world Trouble, trouble Trouble in the world That's the trouble in this world
New world slacker, sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you
at all Cos woman you?re my trouble And woman I?ve been trouble and despair My only
us guy don't believe in luck I can't beleive what they doin to my nigga buck Facin time, 25 to life 25 the same thing as life Only chips is to fight or
What I know about what makes you sore When you're out in the world alone Ask me about birds Ask me about flowers Ask me about smiling easily With someone you've only
part of my life And my only regret Is that I'll only get one chance To get it right And I wanna tell the world, the truth about me And I wanna tell the world
Little girls of the world, you're all so sprung 15, 16 And all so young I thought about you just last night Grabbed my pen then I started to write A rap
Only move when the money's callin? Take my advice, you'll be ballin? You need a hardback, stern face Play your position and know your place Only move
me as an African American What do I see for tomorrow in the human plan? Is it possible for all the people of the world to co-exist? I say unity is only
keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar I even own the melon of a dead fortune-teller The rotten ones I keep up in fat pickle jars and the new ones
I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar I even own the melon of a dead fortuneteller The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars And the new ones
long ago Lived a little black boy in the middle of the ghetto Pretty good kid but he always found trouble In the city life it ain't hard to find trouble
in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well My world is a jail cell, I can't seem to find bail We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh) Every body knew
anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone
world slacker Sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby, haven't you heard
Trina by the summer Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only
, oh We were like soldiers, shoulder to shoulder Back to back against the wall Always there to catch me if I would fall If I was in trouble, when you was in trouble
your life Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya To the people, when the World Trade
