you Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life? Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you
times come calling You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case It's like clockwork
In the old soul of America Ms America, you've been a very bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you over- you
chicks be like Papi Chu All you haters out there can't stop me dude I got niggas out there dem shotta yu Y'all not ready for y'all not ready for Sean
papi chu All you haters out there can't stop me dude I got niggas out there dem shotta you Y'all not ready for R R O Y'all not ready for Sean Paul Y'
would, Tecca nina make her feel all good Shake it til you break it baby, you can do it make a killa feel all wood *Chorus* All my ladies make it shake
im in the mothafucka all I feel is, low [Chorus - Krizz Kaliko] I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again Drownin' & Wildin you breathin' again Is Easy to sin when you
short, don't waste it (Don't waste it, I hope that you appreciate it) This life is what you make it (What you make it, I hope that you appreciate it)
, especially since I love you, Since your gone I don't know what to do, my actions leave clues, I cant tell you the things u need to
'Cause I'll ride for y'all And y'all ride for me I ain't trying to have no sad story in the end Me and my people all we want is glory in the end I ain
and knives and lethal blows It all goes on TV shows Watched by all the family and their dog Take one kiss or a fond embrace They're up in arms and all
say shit You Liberace's, Versace's and you Nazis Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me You
' at me So homie come get me, Chedda boys what up though I see you Rock Bottom, yeah I see you, all my Detroit people Where you at man, let me see them
boys keep lookin' at me So homie come get me, Chedda boys what up though I see you Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you, all my Detroit people Where you at man
't really that tight Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic You relate to their stories 'cause you share that past Question is, why would you
don't know if I trust the people that hang with me. Is it God, or is it the big bang theory? I know some really good people and they slang near me, But
[Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs] I murder you and laugh I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half you a heathan
all peoples Feeling real tan I could take you places Do you need a new man? Wipe the pollen from the faces Make revision to a dream while you wait in