gone and I'm stranded We had a date It was great, we were fashionably late So if you really love me Then why you always leaving by the back door The back
gone and I'm stranded We had a date It was great, we were fashionably late So if you really love me Then why you always leaving by the back door The back door
to pull it Chorus: Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone
were falling around me The groaning city in the gathering dark On some solitary rock A desperate lover left his mark, ?Baby I?ve changed. Please come back
.T's, and homocide and yellow tape blocked off on both sides with 4 5th shells on the floor and D.T's ringing doorbells going door to door yo I'm stressed
You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up? What if he said money aint everything The hood raised us wrong What it takes to get your money long But look I'm gone
soul is dying and my everything is gone Yo Tell me whos gonna pick up the pieces back up of the ground Who is gonna fix the puzzle get me back up in
ll break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the
feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) [Intro 1: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] I'm in the hood man... I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son. I come back from
to spinnin Your services are no longer needed; Rock-a-bye baby My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg:] I'm bailin thru the door
know that if you go to the embassy sweet at 2 0 clock in the morning, then the chance is strong 15 minutes later for your pants to be gone fold it up
: (Baby) why are you doing this to me (Sweetheart) Are those your eyes staring straight back at me (Angel) I see your smile everywhere (Darling, stop
you need your space and give the keys back to your door And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me And still you said your love was gone
we nuh fight ova cock Bad gal fat pussy dutty wine pon cock Eh eh! Brooklyn, Ill Nana, It's the Roc baby Kingston, Roses, buss a shot baby [Verse 1:
it over my broham When you go outside don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam When you go outside
world gone wrong, I can't be good no more, once like I did before. I can't be good, baby, Honey, because the world's gone wrong. 3. I told you, baby
stays upstairs, Make a livin' by puttin' on airs. Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, man. Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go. 3. Front door shut, back door
