and i'm proud that i can put it together on my own. i'm not scared. dream alone. i say, "for your own, here is myself." to love and become. but i don
love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you
and pray you take me through And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord [1] - [Mario Winans] Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You
And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do [x5] I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen
for you and I Like a waterfall coming down on me I can't go back cos I'm in too deep You make me see those things that I never seen You know the remedy
story - you know this man Have you learned a lesson - do you understand When all you got is crystal - you shouldn`t cast a stone So be careful when you go
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I
free So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off while all the rest get weak and go soft Your petite style, can get you beat down My heat's loud, have you huggin
puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that
it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw We won't fall
toe Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me So can't you see through the enemies You'd besta be all you can fucking be Stay sucker
Bo) It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do? I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two And who do I see at the end of the
pain Take deep breathes everytime I hear your name You was more than family you was like my brother So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother “ay” And I
Heyyyy! I gotta slow down I said we gotta slow down Let me take you back to high school, ninety-fo' When at least when a nigga had time to go Walk to
And you breathe the windows down You're driving I4* as you make your way back home You ride in silence because He will not let go And you breathe
t quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) Homie I'll never forget you (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest
