it better than this, better than you. Get out of my way, no time left for waiting. my way It's time to set the record straight, my way. Time after time
do it better than this, better than you. Get out of my way, no time left for waiting. my way It's time to set the record straight, my way. Time after time
so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right? Yup, check it [Verse 1] For too many years, I had yo back And for too many years
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
world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches
year gone by But I still recall the laughter So lets celebrate! I'm proposing a toast to the whore that you are This, this is the last time I write a
heart and in your eyes I'll give it up this time again Some things are better left unsaid And all I have are lasting dreams Our word's spoke more this time it
your heart and in your eyes I'll give it up this time again Some things are better left unsaid And all I have are lasting dreams Our word's worth more this time it
that summer's moving on We reach for something that's already gone Of all the things I still remember Summer's never looked the same The years go by and time
think about my life gone by And how it's done me wrong There's no escape for me this time All of my rescues are gone, long gone I swear I left her
drawn Is this feeling gone? The best parts of this have come and gone And now that is all this is With the reasons clear We’ll spend another year Without
feel the pain, gone insane and this life's to blame Seems like it's all in vain Dark, the past was dark, the present's dark, the future seems so dark Alike our
catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up [Chorus - female and male singers] [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it up [F] This is it! [M] This is it [F] We the
always knew this day would come We'd be standing one by one With our future in our hands So many dreams so many plans Always knew after all these years
tricks (f**k them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was