I've been cheated by you since I don't know when. So I?ve made up my mind, it must come to an end. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how
move your feet To the beat that I am layin? down tonight. What are you runnin? from just give up a little one and it is what I?m gunnin? for- just one last
And I swear that I have had enough. With each line, they keep on lining up. Just a little bit of my time, on my terms inside. It locks itself out from
th avenue) (On my motherfucking block) But on our block we still praaayyy But on our block we still praaayyy [Verse 4] And block parties in the, projects Lasting
I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin
on Eldridge Avenue Each night I wait to get caught But I never do She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote When our love was young and bold She said last
: I wrote this song late last night About my brother and all his might And you would be so very kind To listen to these words I've written About the
pink. Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew We can't enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous... Of each other's wealth Commin
caviar kickbacks for the citadel denizens. Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver stereos and hand-rolled cheroots, First class passengers file on last
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
my back tryin' to keep a nigga down, I'm cryin' out for help, but help ain't nowhere to be found, So what can I do? Pursue other avenues to get revenues
Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they
other's couldn't figure How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures Said the Brinks is comin' through, at Fashion Avenue
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
I say it, I don't speak no other languages I came to do two things, kick some ass And drink some cold beer and I'm almost out of beer Looky here, we damned if every other
cheek as she whispered, "This the last time. Goodbye." [Chorus - Duffy] When I get to Warwick Avenue I'll tell you baby that we're through I'm leaving you for the last
[Tough Talking Braggart] Ay boy, I got moves to make See the hood ain't my last stop, you understand me? [Singer] Walking under Gutter Rainbows [TTBrag