In my bedroom I can hear you We can all hear the flames Lose possession Of your passion We can all hear the flames Well the grass is always greener On
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In my bedroom I can hear you We can all hear the flames Lose possession Of your passion We can all hear the flames Well the grass is always greener
and streets it's gettin hot See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young black america my CD drop in two thousand and two, to change hip-hop Most folks
line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's see if we can kill your amnesia
fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
know there boy Young nigga thats addicted to the Polaroids And i gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy And my bitches be gorgeous boy Showtime i hope you record
big house five cars the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young
live large A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young
realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label 'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We
, now I'm takin a leak I kill at will, thrill, top bill I'm makin a mill, and damn I'm still Makin history on the m i c And for the young ladies, a nigga
reacts Summer tricks, picnic for kids, he gave it back He ain't accept it, grinned and helped the church, clear his debit Wind up helpin' young brothers makin' records
new guns an' slugs An' it's all about the butter, you ain't listenin', baby, boy? That the ROC'll never lose, we just kill an' destroy An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records
love it when you see it 'cuz it's all real I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed Blood spilled over muh'fuckin' record deals Ain't shit changed
hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed
no tellin man (ain't no tellin) You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh) One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change) They
dollar deal For the goodness come and get killers in my red Fed they fond - cause man I ask niggas used to crazy Killers, Killers - ready to ride down