no one here gives a shit about what you have to say don?t think you?re funny because no one?s amused get lost you fucking loser and get a fucking clue! GET LOST
: Verse 1 Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout
through [CHORUS:] The lovin, and the huggin, the way i just can't stop buggin, the feedin, and the schemin, the way i get when i'm weaken. [CHORUS 2:] Lo rida, can't get
comin' but you gotta pay in cash." They went rushin' down that freeway messed around and got lost They didn't know they' were just dyin' to get off and
.C. Even if I get caught and the feds come get me (YEAH!!!) (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) [Chorus: ?) I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and
was on mouth for the tour, im loving the ladies with no husbands and babies, since little I?ve been active, lost dozens of babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and
wanna defend you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply gonna try you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin
of empty pockets Blaming every other face for our empty pockets And I think we need a shift in direction Better wake your ass out of sleep and stop judging
You stopped me I knew I was at my worst Then you came and blew me off my feet Tell me (T-tell me) Tell me Please can you help me...? Help me, do you think
sleep And a major factor is jealousy Which stops us from obtainin the unity Come on You don't stop [VERSE 2] Times are hard, and people are chillin
dreams No jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands Give you all of my heart and flood your
) That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain {Verse 3: Lloyd Banks} Yeah It ain't my fault I came up fast And your the name niggas bring up last And
get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock And
fuck the law" And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don
sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And
, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up
sweet swisher, I'm the last one left [Napoleon] I eat and sleep the worst shit, turfs and birth Me and my team super supreme putin in work I'm passed