like you I've made a serious mistake I hope it's not too late to fix the heart I'm breaking I've made a serious mistake I hope it's not too late to
, Father please make me more like you. I've made a serious mistake, I hope its not too late to fix the heart I'm breaking. I've made a serious mistake
serious mistake, I hope its not too late to fix the heart I'm breaking. I've made a mistake To fix the heart I'm breaking I've made a serious mistake
made a move and that's the reason Fletcher was forced to put his head out He got too close to me, two by my side And that's that's how it's supposed
he was born in '72 and likes to listen to ozzy osbourne that he doesn't belong to the circling standard, that he's too self indulgent, that's why
what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck
fuck what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (we ready!) Ain't no more play in ga (we ready!) My nigga
't know about, ones you don't know about Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out What!! [swizz beatz] It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over [
here! Thing-fish: I's sure dere be lotsa folks like to know what yo' plans are...how y'intend t'be gwine about dis uncredibly serious bidniss o' growin
day game Sellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him I ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play
one's I'm losin' but naw we don't see it that way in '94 this is the real no time for play play betta believe the playas on the loot need to get
you don't know about, ones you don't know about Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out What!! [swizz beatz] It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't
off And your parents cried It all falls away so quietly When you wake up to reality A reality What's reality What's reality What's reality It's a fucking play
raised, don't nobody play games Its like your life is a sweet, and reality's the flame So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle It's
canned goods Blaze you wit the heat, destroy my conscience For the backward, easin up ain't in the plans I leave MC's wit no stands Ill conventions so
