i want forever, i wanna not realize, what's coming in the end, i wanna live, i wanna never die, but not live too long, i wanna jump, but it's a long way
no time alone It's like our hearts don't match no more Still anything that you want, you can get it, boy You know I still got love for you (You'd call, I'd
at your head When you know that you'd be much better off dead Looking right down through the barrel of a gun Don't try to tell me that you think it's
's Mr. B's ballroom Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh woh woh, it's Mr. B's ballroom Woh woh woh, woh oh oh Woh
gonna flip if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O
long A one-way ticket sayin' good-bye to everything Threw my weddin' band out the window of the train All I want's my freedom, reclaim my maiden name
nighter And a bitch when she fight em And some liquor will light her If its no I.D. adios got no interest in minors I'm on my grown man B.I. you see why
fuckin nuts Don?t give a fuck this is freedom from jail I want all u dirty bitches to rot in hell [chorus:] Cities Fuck ?em Narcotics Fuck em Feds Fuck em D
, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill No Foreman, try not to call them ladies B's but them
world digital Bobby, your love is so digital Spell my name, B O B B Y B O B B Y, Bobby, repeat after me B, B, O, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G
weight in New York Flashlights lookin for a brighter day in New York In New York they say it's - red hot Will the temperature ease up? Black I guess not It's
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigal Sunzini)] (It's beautiful God, love it as peace Let's just get out together, man In this hard world, I'm just tellin
with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear Yo, the hard wire, startin' barn fires Pullin' mad, so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than O D B
like replays Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ The bank yells "mayday" cause every day's
re not dealin in humanism P.o.w.'s, m.i.a.'s unknown soldiers in unknown graves Let's bring 'em home safe "the f.b.i. continues to look for those
avoid up north jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see you but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you rob him for his cash and spend it like B
And when I turned thirteen, I got even fades Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's In high school
