you I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you Won't let nobody hurt you I'll stand by you Yeah Won't let nobody hurt you I'll stand by you I'll stand by you
I'll spend the rest of my life, explaining what words cannot describe but I'll try, I love you this big I love you to the moon and back, I love you
Nas is the Ghetto American Idol No matter what you do you're never getting my title I can't sound smart' cuz ya'll'll run away They say I ain't hungry
you Every day I pray my heart can win Every night I pray I can call you my man, yeah, yeah, yeah I need you, I want you, have you, hold you, squeeze you
I pray I can call you my man, yeah yeah yeah (okay) I need you (need me?), I want you (want me?) To have you, hold you, squeeze you (okay) So I'm going
nothing mold me make me into something you find worth in deem special I am no-one I am nothing and I'm sure i'll remember the love this brings me the
the nothing I got I'm not a super hero by any means I'm an average Samaritan with doubts who likes to sing (AwareNess: So I told him, you know I'm just
I gotta bring it) [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm hot I don't stop when I'm taking a stand And keep my pockets Puffy like I'm MAKING THE BAND Won't be no TRADING
t bust me It should only take five minutes No jive bidness, I leave no live witness For you? Two percent on the back And not only that, I let you get
ghetto American idol No matter what you do your never getting my title I can't sound smart because you'll run away They say I ain't hungry no more
Everynight I pray I can call you my man yeah yeah yeah (Ok) I need you (Need me?) I want you (Want me?) Have you hold you squeeze you (Ok) So I'm going
them escape the tomb by the rage of the fire And let them that perished, feel oppressed People, these mics'll stun to the head by the ruler And they
AMERICAN IDOL Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming I'll fuck Paula Abdul and beat the shit out of Simon I'm not your BIG BROTHER I'm JOE MILLIONAIRE
bust me It should only take five minutes No jive bidness, I leave no live witness For you? Two percent on the back And not only that, I let you get on