time's gonna be different cos I know what I want listing the people I'm taking down this is what I'm fighting for Come over to the left side we
this time's gonna be different cos I know what I want listing the people I'm taking down this is what I'm fighting for Come over to the left side
a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im
get by Still listen to every word So I knew that you were right For me You making me think twice And music is nothing Without you right here If you ain't by my side
girls be shakin' Especially when they butt-ass naked Bend on over, show me what you got 'Cause I'm down for a table-top So work your body, strip left side
Music.. [Akon] I have no choice but to win, cause I Absolutely can?t lose no way 200 percent I am on my job Gettin? money ain?t nothin? left to say
your guitar But the joke was on me They left me flat to see Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing
they stood without any word, Just staring at a photograph of someone, and she began to cry, For a boy left behind in the war, Some boy left behind in
Boyd and white Mic with me We on the 102 cruisin doin 150 Clownin around with the music loud, lip syncin Yo, turn the music down, my phone's ringin Hello
like clockin loot? Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand Troopers on the side
: I thought about sitting back Straight denying it But I knew that you deserved more So I faced the music And you left in a fit I'm wondering what I
string has broken won't fly back to my side Now only learn to breakaway Breakaway from the difficulties of love I think I'm really dragged in Met in dreams The last thread of devotion Left
s gots da funk? We gots da funk - right! Everybody wanna boogie down tonight Now throw your hands up in the sky Move 'em round from side to side I
shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless Outdoors my niggaz is dirty Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees Pea soup Clarks, music
a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
music, oh, on my radio And I can hear love songs playing, behind closed doors Now I don't want no one, on the catch me side But ever since you left, said
so long? Sunset and shadows call I hear the music playing on I know you're gone, but you You left me a song Oh, you left me Oh, you left me a song Why