Maybe you weren't worth the time And I could call you a fake or a fucking tool But this life just wasn't for you I will pass you by, I will beat you
for what my pen do This is for your sins, I cleanse you You can repent but I warn you, if you continue To hell I'll send you, and just then the wind
slut Looked around the room Thats when I seen the bedroom door shut I know you're in there bitch! I got my gun cocked! You might as well come out now
Where is the light you speak of The comfort within your words Did it all just pass you by unaware of the consequences Come on and taste the fire The heat
see you standin next to him but i can tell you aint happy you`d rather be on the side of the club fallin out with a nigga like me i can see you imagining
it happen, baby... So you can be free to do what was meant to be And you can look back one day... Know I shared with you my gift... I hope you wouldn
pass you by When it's cloudy or windy and the snowflakes arrive You somehow just make me, make me feel I'm alive When you heat my fields Then you
a holy water pistol I am not a heathen I’ll give you the reason Ten commandments and ten counts of treason They can pass judgements while I plead Ignorance
my life could turn out this way So cold so black so alone) Living goes by fast, catch your breath and it will pass you by. And it won't last, to sulk
answers to our lives. We may get some solutions but more just pass us by, don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right. I'll make a beast out
show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin' [Chorus] [A-Wax] I could show you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you
love can come and pass you by While you're busy making plans Suddenly hit you, and then you realize It's out of your hands..... Baby, you've got to understand You
Pass me by And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by La la la la, la
me you dead wrong Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on Don’t let this song push you, the fourth hit you Have you keyed up gasping for breath
ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash in the drawer Or I promise you
you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give
and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon Party 'til you wanna lash out Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out! [Chorus] [
unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don’t get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer Danger, you
