ترانه:
Close To Home Changes

not afraid to let go. She said that I told you so. I've got to break all these ties before I die. BEFORE I DIE! (Thanks to Close To Home for these lyrics

my shows Got the deal, nothing changed but my clothes Still catch me in the jects, fuckin' wit dem hoes, projects Like coo-coo cal Lord, I wish mad Lou could see me now Wish gold mouth was home

s something about her words that hurt Closing up and it's so late and I'm the last one still waiting for you to lock the door On our way home, I realize

go Everybody in the place come on We got the ball let's take it home When the whistle blows I'm in my zone I got no competition on this microphone Just give me the ball and I'll take it home

nothing but a ass whippin' What you looking at? Bro, you better cut the television on Don't want us on yo' ass, best to get the gettin' on Home, I'm

day, another fight, another tear, And we don't seem to talk anymore. And I don't know if we get to see another year, Coz when I opened you closed every

torch that carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug

did you ? Nothing to my soul, don't tell me that I changed 'Cause in my mind I thought that I still a saint I didn't nodes ... the changes that I made

street, the place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home