Как плачет небо и градом бьётся, Душа моя на волю рвётся, С твоей назначить одно свиданье, Чтоб объясниться на прощанье, Ведь ты уходишь и не вернёшься
your life fast Tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed -i got a problem right now, and I can’t maintain -i got some big time cat tryin
What's up, baby girl? (Ho) Thought I had to talk to you again Missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is missing
[Intro: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)] sup baby girl! (Ho!) Felt I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you Missy's missing you
your life fast Tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed -i got a problem right now, and I can't maintain -i got some big time cat tryin
Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here I'm doin' for my family, but y'all
morocco Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve Glitters on the paper so my family won
learned I whole lot along the way I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots You could call A?em tubers The closer to the root of my family
fake muthafucka's is so easy to read 'Cause my family got needs, my city need me So I'mma do it from the muscle bitch believe me Think 'cause I'm with Tim
niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family
s got a brain like Norman Bates Timberland boots ski hats we pack gats Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats But they don't want the family
What's up, baby girl (Ho...) Thought I had to talk to you again Missing you (Hey...ey...ey...ey...) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is
What's up baby girl! (Ho!) Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is missing
[Music: James Gulotta, Tim Kelly, Chris Lykins, Rick Skowron] [Lyrics: Brian Zimmerman] [Solo: Rick] Destruction is my goal Care for no one at all Death
[Intro: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)] What's up baby girl! (Ho!) A brutha had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you Missy's missing
every sunday afternoon and you can make a speech you can rant you can rave you can preach at Gilman Street it's democracy it's just one big family it
