Hope that they won't tell, That's how I like 'em, Yeah that's what we call a mute [Chorus:] Yeah I know you miss it, So I'm a make you feel it, There
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens) Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the
to! - I'm unusual That alone will {HAPPY BIRTHDAY... } make you mad let the jewels do. {LLOYD BANK$! } We confused you! - You niggaz move, you Won't play
hole that you clappin Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you
tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you" drunken days, I wish ya'll knew thug dreams, what it means to you
funeral. He was paraphrasing George Bernard Shaw. In "Back to Methuselah" he wrote You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I
Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the