why, rainy eyes can't dry, dry [Verse 4] Can't run, got nowhere to hide Move on, move on Move on! [Chorus] Black tears fall on your face A beating
asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for pennies Approach
at my like a infra-red nigga [Verse 1: Makaveli] Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi - - Automatic kill for pennies Approach
niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
s hamma that you not as much shit lab only as those other' n, on the parties mein' the ass clasp themselves only on and itself then with Cocktails the
me, c'mon [Christina Aguilera:] Tell me, what you thinking about When your hands is all on me Cause I've been thinking about All the possibilities Ain't no other
you think your so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark (Stay wide awake) A world so cold, a world where on-ly some will
I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved by so many other motherfuckers that ain
own staff The hands on experience, advance that executive paper Stay in the streets we set for greater things Whatever in the bank, bank on it Royalty time we thank each other
this fucking kitchen A Birdseye view got me channeling my vision Turn one to two now the kilo's got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands, all's
fucking kitchen A birdseye view got me channelling my vision Turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling Father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven
, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your
likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
It's yours, now come try me, c'mon Tell me What you thinking about when your hands is all on me ?Cause I've been thinking about all the possibilities Ain't no other
Ahh Other Other, 'ther A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace Achieve
I pimp with the truth, that's the only method [Common] Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin And Chevy windows be rattlin and badder than any other
up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands
really don't take too long But a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on With a little squeze, but it's just a tease Give her some time, she'll be on