we're miles apart All I wanna do, Is be with you be with you There's nothing we can do Just wanna be with you Only you No matter where life takes us
're miles apart All I wanna do, Is be with you be with you There's nothing we can do Just wanna be with you Only you No matter where life takes us nothing
this slums This ain't livin... Jesus [singers repeat in background 3X] We believed in you Everything you do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black
with rocks but the judge just won't stop my nerves is at their ends I just really, really wanna go home I promise to get a job go to school and leave
groin Eating competition like some stakes sirloin All about my coins like a damn pirate Fuck with my doubloons bitch, you should never try it If you don't like it, you're probably just
me how to think right Think you got me figured out ?Cuz you believe though a hype [Waqas:] I don?t care if you trump, One day you?ll gon' be low on
pot and they high man I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me So I would go to school and try
Nas said "Muslims say free the mind" Nowadays rap music like "blind lead the blind" Everybody wanna pop, everybody wanna bang If you ain't built like
Loc] But you're wrong [Richie Rich] It's just another song [Richie Rich & D-Loc] and another attitude that we use to school you [Richie Rich] You know
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m the kinda guy that you never wanna toy with And now you know that I'm talkin about the boy with RHYMES More RHYMES When you say Young MC, you are sayin
Lemme Introduce myself to the new generation, Wylcef jean, a singer, songwriter, composer, In high school I used to be a battle rapper, But then I got with
feel I gotta dance It must be the music (music, music) It must, must be the music (music, music) It must, must be the music It must be the music, must be the music
preps in the Polos, the studs with pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be
preps in the polos, the studs with pros Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be
you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court I give Nick everything he need, why you filing child support? Left me, and now you hurt cause you ain