nightmares I wont let myself fall for you I wont let myself fall for you Cause Im afraid of losing love Cause Im afraid of losing love (Thanks to Anthony for
Check Bringing attention to the ignored Comprehension to whatever wasn't mentioned before I can illustrate a clear idea with metaphor A mere syllable will have you feeling for
you dance in the dirt Open your eyes - to the lies while you still got a chance Open your mind - and you find that you're locked in a trance Stars in your eyes - they make you
: I'm reaching out without a sound My pride falls to the floor again Inside my mind I search to find A place just to call my own Deep inside your eyes
You know you're just a kid with nothing up ahead So for years and years our tears and lies You'll break your heart almost everytime But when you fall you
* You better hide nigga *censored* is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might
'd lie for you baby Ooh I'd die for you baby [50 Cent overlapping] I build you up But if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me you
you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you
evil to repeat. There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street. Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a
outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling
do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want
style takers When I see you face-to-face My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater You niggas ain't Bone, you clone You wrong. What the fuck? You niggas
's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better act like yo know
up out your shit You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you Ready when I'm ready to do it you It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change It's off
I. Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges, her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. While a coroner kneels beneath a great
no use for you beggin to turn the heat down You label me coldblooded You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded You can't cut it You wack, but
If you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it...then you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you
on like (I'm here when will you make your move) She digging my style, my swag, my suede, my swerve My way with words, the Boys absurd for sure You can't fall