do? How can I have got in so deep? Why did I fall in love with you? This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been Feeling twenty two, acting seventeen
a nigga just get fucked up for this one? (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can
falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean Goin my two steps, something fat in between Haters don't get mad at my dreams
, he said, "I'm inventing the Chevrolet" He said, "I've already built twenty-five models One for each letter from A to Z" I said, "Henry, you fool, there are twenty
'm yelling till my ears can't hear me into a silence that kills me (Stro) there billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat that froze two hours ago
portrait of Jesus' eyes two holy eyes they hang from the wall two holy eyes still nobody saw days go by, here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades
til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters I make a million dollar dream
you looking for, average man? The average man is living for tomorrow He cared to face the limitations today Works hard for three-two-six days of the year For a two
harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids No question, murder perfection dog I'm runnin' through you and into the Lord I never prayed for God knows I'm layin' for
said, "I'm inventing the Chevrolet." He said, "I've already built twenty-five models, One for each letter from A to Z." I said, "Henry, you fool, there are twenty
in my hand The key to a brand new life, for those who have a shilling or two And been compelled by the product And intrigued, about what it can do for
to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for
little homey baby boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you baby boo Murder
the age of twenty-two So there ain't much left to offer but I give my heart to you And I gave my soul to Jesus, at the age of twenty-two So there ain
umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
baptise [BJ Swan] On the seventh day of Dissmas I had a dream, it was Foxy Brown and Kim the mistress on my team Now in this dream I'm the biggest baller
here in my heart The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat But the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood town Like two provincial bastards playing
