I can hear by your voice you're out of breath, it's the way you can hardly sing, Beat it out, beat it out of your chest, You're so bright, you're so happenin
down at my feet again i never wanted us to really meet again but you had to go and work at that heat campaign some days i wanna run get away from all
was younger Her moms let her do what she please it seemed no one loved her Her eyes shined love a diamond in the rough The kind that you can love Not
we took the winner's stash, house was at Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the john Right away
my sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (like the wind) Like the wind (like the wind) Blooooooooooooooown [Jinx] If pain is love
me stronger god smiles on my little brother inside and out he's better than i am i grew up in a pretty house and i had space to run and i had the best days
workin' a nine to five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run
end you sink or swim, I'm eager, I'm eager Loving, more loving, come on now Socially biting your tongue now Run down, oh run down old houses Feeding
Get up outta my face You need to get up outta my face (It's time to go) You came to my house with a maxi pad You goin' home in a taxi cab No more limos, run
the inner streets It's a shame what our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but
't renting I said "I love you" 'cause you gave me head I didn't love you when we got out the bed If I could love you, you know I would But what you giving
flipped it Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway
for the day you get murt 'cause I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work I love myself , my family , and love my son Love my niggas and love
Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried On the forty-first day, he passed away He
, bounce bounce Show my homies (LOVE), All the playas (WHAT) We just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK) To all the Ladies (LOVE), All my hookers
by the masses can't nobody stop this madness The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit
take) All my sins (All of my sins) Blown away (Will be blown away) Like the wind (Like the wind) Like the wind, blown (Like the wind) If pain is love