't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not
't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand
t want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand
the one who doesn't look quite right as children play Look, it's me The one who can't be free Much too young to focus But too old to see Hey, look, it
, it don't stop, and it won't stop ??¶ause i just can't quit. This game be runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't
I can't lie, the price'll probably go up when I wear it I'm just D-Town reppin' And makin' all these niggas who second guessed it regret it Regret it
, she hopes I know How lucky I can be After all it wasn't my blood Mixed in the dirt that night But this violent rage, turned inward Can not be helped
It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn Banged up or slightly bent Why should my heart be any different? Everything that I own, can't find one thing that don't
, but didn't succeed When I got up off the ground niggas couldn't believe They started bustin' and'a bustin' filled my ribs like crusting Had the vest on so it didn't
a whitewash shotgun shack An old man passes away Take his body to the graveyard And over him they pray Lord won't You tell us Tell us what does it mean
yea and you can't do a thing about it and that aint' gunna' change im sorry and bitches know the planes got it and you can't do a thing about it and
as soon as they smell it you can chill I'm the one who get it not the one who sell it grind everyday I'm ballin I cant help it niggas on that bullshit
affection's super illustrated And I like to give, don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated Well let's cook it up, we don't refrigerate it
to teach the now school Cause business class was steady playing old tricks on new fools so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels one-track
y'all niggas count One Mississippi, you can't get with me Two Mississippi, you never gon' hit me Three Mississippi, can't no bitch trick me Four Mississippi, won't
up ya lip and From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all the yappin' Actin' as if it can't happen
was passed Yo, you be in hell (Right up the asshole) It will get ya if ya let it pack your Speedos I hear it's hot where you headed, I'm trying to tell
