my time? Ain't it time? Ain't it time? Ain't it time? Ain't it time? Ain't it time? Ain't it time? You know it's my time? Ain't it time? Ain't it time
't wait any longer I spend all my time writing notes and rhyme Tryin' to find new dimensions Ain't it time Time for movin' on Time enough to grow Time
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t wait any longer I spend all my time writing notes and rhyme Tryin' to find new dimensions Ain't it time Time for movin' on Time enough to grow Time
: Baby Bash & Angel Dust] Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali,
check it Thats what it go like and we ain’t getting old unless the 4 mic Wacth my nigga stick a move on the whole type It ain’t doing no shows like the
nothin' Back home Ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
be clubbin’ Everybody likes when the girl Shakes something Nigga don’t pull nothing (that’s right) We ain’t dumping We just bumpin’ and bangin’ Like it ain’t
place where we come from This place that we come from is called home And even though we may love, this place on the map Said it ain't where ya from, it
'Hare: Only bad thing about it is I ain't already there, oh no. Only bad thing about it: I ain't already there. Already there. I ain't already there.
it It's over 'fore you finish, sorry bro, this road we end it Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it
player Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it
can't go straight, I won't even try I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why It's life in L.A. I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
time Thought it was true love, but you know women lie It's like I sent my love with a text two times Call 'cause I care but I ain't get no reply Tryna
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny
your hand" Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see.
