rain on me) disguise my tears so that you'll never see Let it rain (let it rain, let it rain on me, let it rain, let it rain on me) Let it rain (my tears
[Verse 1:] When the bass knock, the beat so hard Got the 808 drum to make your face knot Other rappers they chill, but we still flow I'll Got the shit
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan) Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my
junk bitch Fuck around and you'll be found in a trunk bitch Niggaz is off-brand like no frills And I got mo' skills to show my fo' kills, my fuckin
but ain't holding dick Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick Must you beat me in my head
, I didnt know" [Chorus] And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Whatchu think you gon get Fuck around with my dough Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my
'll be holding on for dear life Holding you this way Begging you to stay Any day now When the clock strikes go You'll call it off Then my tears will flow
no more tears in me left to flow Since I did my baby wrong She left me lonely for so long Now I'm out here on my own Lord won't you please bring my
no more tears in me left to flow When I did my baby wrong She left me lonely for so long Now I'm out here all alone Lord, won't you please bring my
, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long rue you, too deeply to tell A wreath – my farewell I rue you –
I want to get my sawed-in And have some bodies hauled in But no, I pay my respects and I’m through(whaddup cube? ) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear
Chorus Yeah we here now Don't get scared now Ja Rule nigga about to tear shit down What ya'll thought ya'll was going eat forever and my dog wouldn't
I'm a show this world my struggle, my pain, my hunger, my hustle you can put it on my life Cause I do it for my niggas, for the love of my bitches If
You gotta pay your bills Gotta eat your pills Alcohol with a meal Happy meal Fist right in your grill With the ill flow so spend your will Russian projects, Crime, tears
why (In case your wondering) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Ch-yeah! I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear Queen B, as I share mic time, with my heir
of my trash hoes I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow Is that so
The constant flow of all the tears Believe me when I say that I cannot apologise enough When all you ever wanted from me was a token of my love And if