you alone as i leave alone what could have been had i not kept to my own? there is a woman i see every week on the street i think of the life we could have
really know what's in my air fucking with me How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut I seem to have
they take away From the kids all the shit I did right's a mistake If they should end up a stripper and make jack slanging yay How could I ever consider
(Angie Martinez): It's funny 'cause, you know, we've been asking people what they wanted to know. I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with
my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how
felt it Turn it up, she got me burnin up I can't help it Hot hot He-y baby drive me crazy baby We could skip the club go home and fuck until we're
the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am
real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust Dangerous
inside Guardian angel, sent from the skies I always knew you would have made a beautiful bride And that's why I wish you could've stayed, so much But I fucked up
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck
a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be what I set out to
nigga know I rep my game like Jesse James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
, This is Ice-T You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been a
of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted "The voices could
crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up you'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up before sun up So what's the color I'm raggin'? Been a millionaire
