me Why is it so hard so hard for you I have the right I have the right I have the right I have the right The right to Life Life Life Life Soaked by
for me Why is it so hard so hard for you I have the right I have the right I have the right I have the right The right to Life Life Life Life Soaked
: Why does it have to be Time is never right for me What I gotta say Cannot be delayed Why do I have to go first Be the one to cause the hurt Both be
very eyes Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear But they cannot utilize them because of fear You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart For
on ya! I make it hard to breathe! I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat! Have you lookin' both ways Like you crossin' the street
exiled, you can't convert me. I'm lost in the haze of your delicate ways With both eyes glazed. You don't have to yearn for love, you don't have to be
thing I know called faith All you need is much as a mustard seed And the Lord will keep you safe Whateva don't kill you will make you stronger I promise
I gotta have it bitch For the love of this shit MUTHAFUCKA!! [Chorus] When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will
I don't know what to do Oh we'd stay together always is the promise we made But suddenly it's not so clear And I'm being pulled both ways And it's breaking
: I've been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking
: (feat. Jay-Z, Lil Wayne) [Verse 1: Drake] Ive been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolex
when we sex?!) That's why I can't stop messing around with my best friend's ex Okay you started, we both should have parted ways From the day we both
We just want to have to hold Two hearts, both forgiving Two ways to see the same thing One house there's room for all We just want to have to hold (2
song about that man and his world, that was taken from him. Noble Indian Chief, Bring us back your ways, You Indians were so awesome, In oh so many ways
s real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E. this, P.E. that Fist in the air, proud to be black Now they got static and you run like punks I haven
The way you do Bleeds me to believe that you Have never stepped out of the skin you live within But when, and if This day occurs Your tongue, the taste Will
Ball players they spit money, rappers they spit time All a while they both clamin' that they never spent a dime Business guys, she would victimize Have
I surrender all my ways. Take all of these impurities. I'm giving you this wretched soul. I'm giving you these insecurites... Giving you all control. I'm placing both
