with all that money I'm a stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to) I'm a stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you) I'm a stunt (when
: A cry shivers the night, a voice in agony that shrieks above the trees. In a land where no one comes in a land where spirits dwell, hear their fatal
feat. Jazze Pha) [Jazze Pha] Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen...(gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen) this is a Jazze-phizzle produc-shizzle Ha! (
you don't fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes "Ha ha ha ha", and all a that (That's right!) Anyhow, on my way here I almost died This bitch
a giant hologram of the president head Above my projects Or the night crawling down like a panther From a tree where the fog sets Where you hear a whisper
... That hurts... there it is again... oh what pain It's like someone's cutting me with a knife ...This is more than pain" [A:] Ah ha ha, I put broken
partners in crime Your going is your habit, smiling like a bandit Knocking on my window each night You're sweeter than a beauty queen, darker than a
I was young A dream of sweet illusion A glimpse of hope and unity And visions of one sweet union But a cold wind blows And a dark rain falls And in my
a beautiful parishioner there, Cavaradossi explains that it is a combination of that woman, who he does not know, and his own dark-haired, dark-eyed lover
is Christmas Eve on Paris' Left Bank. Rodolfo is at home writing when a stranger knocks at the door. It is Mimi, a neighbor, who needs to borrow a match
is a black man word up [chorus 2 times] Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light blue I'm looking for a fly guy
still and coming hame I gat a gill frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie terry owden dowden day ... at last, a'e night, into the park I met with him when it was dark
Game, but I don't mean say 'em I mean spray em, they drop [gun sound] ha I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox In a box in a river sitting
calmly in his chamber Calmly Nothing is wrong and all is well Knock, knock who's there Came night eight Night eight I was slower than a watch minute
me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak I'm out in left field, I'm speaking mentally But that's a better places than where the benches be I
home and set a trend But they would just yawn like it's Late Night for Letterman I'm tryna tell 'em, it ain't no chance it's a fad But they look at my