's all used up There's nothing left to trust Yeah it's all used up You went and used it up Rolling all five As everything is cut to size Rolling all
you'd know I wasn't lying now I'm done trying To convince you that I'll never go Cause we're all used up I had a card up my sleeve Question is whether
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expected you'd know I wasn't lying now I'm done trying To convince you that I'll never go Cause we're all used up I had a card up my sleeve Question
live only for the block. And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all
You got to work deserve it earn it to own it Once you got never ever going to leave it alone don't take wise cracking or Forgetting never been stood up
hearts of the cards and her feet are all covered with tar balls and scars It's as common as something that nobody knows that her beauty will follow wherever she goes up
Ha Ha Ha Haa Heeey Goin Back To When I Was Young And I, Treated Life like It Would Never End But Then I Grew Up Got A Little Clued Up Then N-Dubz Blew Up
Your Watching Us She Had A Smile That Was So Neat Had A Voice That Was So Sweet I Even Used To Like It When She Kissed Me On The Cheek I Really Used
Ive Always Had Love For My Slum Im Addicted To These Streets Like A Mum Is To Her Kids So all my people In The Slum Put Ur Hands Up It Whetever Used
Now I know what I mean Back to the street, back to the place, Back to the room where it all began, hey Back to the room where it all began 'Cause
used and abused you and took you for granted See you a Goddess, that's why you was put on this planet (I love you) Since you got me all sentimental [
good wood packer, Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster, Platinum patrone splasher, fuck cris, spit atcha, I call it rich ignorant laughter, Black American express card all
Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track, you locked the flow So far from hangin on the block for dough Notorious, they got to
say "ho" With powerful lyrics I'm armed To let a sucker step up and get bombed By a beat created by my producer To break you out of the stuff that you're used
mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin' here spittin' for y'all. Preeld in by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all. Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin
wrong I might be wrong I could have sworn I saw a light coming on I used to think I used to think There is no future left at all I used to think Open up
, but it is visible unsuccessfully. You were that apple juicy. At first our sky seemed to me transparent, Then all became cloudy. To me not all the same
