dicing like we butcher knifeing Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling Young Money the fucking nicest Put words together like a fucking hypen Nigga don't make us start
Wherever I go So excited I can barely even catch my breath WE have each other to lean on for the road ahead This happy ending is the start of all our
up the rock, and then aina??t nobody going stop, me, From doing my thing in like big talk. On my body I cana??t catch a stain or something like that.
, 'bout to check my message No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors Celluler rings, somebody wants to borrow money I two way her, she don't hit me back, somethin
to check my message No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money I two-way her, she don't hit me back, something
Don't wanna let this moment slip away 'Cause I have something that I really need to say And it's killing me inside I think that maybe you don't understand
I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you I'm sorry that I hurt you It's something I must
now I'm trying to be cool make you turn around and check me out We walk by each other daily But something 'bout today said maybe The street signs, the city lights All the stars
fingers on a swollen hand beside a dented garbage can a blind man staring at something only he can see I spotted him like night sky plotted and star
cleverly replied, ``I'm a duck! Stupid!'' They argued and argued. The Duck swimming in the pond. The little bird skipping along the shore. (Scratch) Sorry. Suddenly, something
your underwear Seems that every single time a star decides to shave her hair or ram their car into a tree they're on TMZ If they catch you peeing in
1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own When I'm lonely I hold it gently And I know I'm not alone Ever changing, we are becoming Something
Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone And the muthafuckin' bomb is in the muthafuckin' house We gonna do a little something
my shit and got ready to spray And that's about the time B woke up Popped in his clip and lit him a smoke up Doing about 90 trying to catch him We spotted
This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart
many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something So why
but still planted no second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red) I'm like cancer cant catch
time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow But assuring this, spoon-feeding these Starvin ass heads catchin