of patience With just one question left to be answered You wanted more but you got it all A taste of rust, Your are the touch of death We walk the lines
have in common Play your game Beat me, hurt me A physical release for mental pain Don't make me explode in your way This is a chain of torture A line
in common Play your game Beat me, hurt me A physical release from mental pain Don't make me explode in your way This is a chain of torture, a line
bellowing Subtle moment following Subsequent change rearrange How we doing? We are fine, quiet time Ready for the steady climb Cross a ley line down
and love to get, way high And if my cousin bring a crew Then it's over They all fine as fuck And they all blow big douja Then hit me back My other line
first arrow, it flies Battle, hold firm the line in battle Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side We may stand victorious or fall This fine day, a fine
and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L we're
what you say is what you get (don't ya know) fishin for the answer with a line an sinker look at me and don't forget (don't ya know) hard to get a grip
of his shiny new Jag and challenged me then and there to a drag I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine let's come off the line, now, at Sunset
best out of everything You’ll know when your fine Cause you’ll talk like a mime You’ll fall on your face You get back up and you’re doing fine “
the very first time I blessed my eyes on you, girl My heart says, "Follow through." But I know now that I'm way down on your line But the waiting feel is fine
roll your dice? And show your cards? Jilted lovers and broken hearts You're out on the wind and I'm still waiting to be found. You did a fine job of
. So tell me how it should be. Try to find out what makes you tick. As I lie down Sore and sick. Do you like that? Do you like that? There's a fine line
my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come
makin me cough I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth Now here’s another winnin ripoff Gettin money, eatin fine
choice to roll with me We be them new millennium prime time niggas Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas Now, if you cross the line we fuck
Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line
Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line