hope -- ope --ope You You are always on my mind You You're the one I'm living for You You're my ever lasting fire (You're my always shining star) You You
was looking for and I was always insecure, just until I found You you were always on my mind, you, you're the one I'm living for You, you're my everlasting fire, you
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college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can
2Pac] Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part you got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You
: Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've
be proud of your clothes, For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose, But you dare not change them one night, for you know If you do, you'll be flogged
been new years. no one invited you Took things too far but i missed you And your antics. you were lonesome and Blue-eyed and so special to us break You
to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped
More heated, ready to outgun you It's too late I already outgunned you You was around, you know the outcome too Let's play, lemme show you what Game is
die. Don't you know we're riding with the king? Don't you know we're riding with the king? Riding, you're riding with the king. You're riding, you're
loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini He beeny on the cell, seen me? You need me, you read me Captain over, get that weed to me The champion, the
Ghostface Killah) It was a set up to get wet up (Raekwon) Starks your bleeding (Ghostface Killah) Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's
name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You
Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower! You see the Whites got a thing The call White pride The Blacks got the muscle Mexicans got the knives You better be wise You
