I could I could keep you company could I could I could keep you so happy can I can I can I make you feel really fine We could we could we make
not breathin I’m not particularly proud of this predicament but I’m born and bread in this tenementum sentimental what Plus it’s only right to represent my hood and what not So I
seems to testify to my imprisonment, but I have my doubts. I fade the sound away... I will, choose, silence.. Do I, resist, when you bring me bread? am I
what Well I brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a
like me cause I`m from New York I ain`t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I`m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could
sun today it's the same old thing as yesterday I have stood here before in the pouring rain With the world turning Circles running round my brain I guess I always thought you Could
of plaited hair This man old and lame If only I could breathe To see the sun of may but still longer are the nigths than days As I wither away Came
more to life than this There's more to life than this There's more to life than this I could nick a boat And sneak off to this island I could bring
Like I talk Would like to breathe The air that I need Would like some bread Although I've just been fed I wish that I could stop Playing superman I
what I'm building Shit that I could live for my children (children) children (children) Now I only wake up I smile to see how far I've come Fighting
all must fall [busta rhymes] As I cherish every blessing and I greet you with hugs You my peoples when I see you I embrace you with love Yeah I be the
3] I was born in Philly We really get it on in Philly If you from where I'm from I know you feel me I'mma rep where I'm from until they kill me, until
It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes, I'm fresh ye-yes [Verse 1 - Cassidy] I'm fresh to death
P.M. Nigga want beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em Lay 'em when I see 'em, AK 'em when I see 'em Hop out the Bronco, I'll O.J. 'em when I see 'em Cut
niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine Long as I keep toting I'm fine I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz
) I used to play the side, I used to play the wing I'm so T.I., today I'm feelin like I'm a "King" (like a King) I wake up Waco and not a rapper can tie
