for And when the seasons change and rearrange The way you look at everything Are you listening to me? [Chorus] When no one?s there Confide in me, please And
And when the seasons change and rearrange The way you look at everything Are you listening to me? [Chorus] When no one?s there Confide in me, please And
And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin' Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S Put an S on your chest, see it ain't
Busta Rhymes And an exclusive of G productions Ready? Watch the T go [CHORUS] You can call me, when you need me, I'll be right there, I'm gonna
Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one of the windows Spray-painted doors with the flames on 'em Michigan plates and my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's
hear me when I shout A couple of cocktails will send me to jail there's a couple of cops hot on my trail But this time, when I get pulled over there's
're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony And Hailie's gettin so big now; you
] That's Rock Bottom When this life makes you mad enough to kill That's Rock Bottom When you want something bad enough you'll steal That's Rock Bottom When
is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay
enough cats to set it So if you ain’t doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy It’s all ral here, there ain
and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know
, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin Time caught up quick, with your
, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. It’s detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. Wack germs. you’re like a cureless growing disease. Go and
peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut? Here's a flasback, I fuckin blow your bitch-ass up And it's
, and chased home from school every day And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees On my report card, I didn't get F's, I got C's But for those
