bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my eyes close
unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right
name.)" But the magic is lost As the palms hoist their burden, (Heave!) The first-born son (Ho!) To the obsidian water. 11.5 Raise your hands! Close
for the passing rain clouds keep moving to uncover the scene stars above are chasing the day away to find the stories that we sometimes need Listen close
still hurt and I don't wanna start Tell me whos gonna pick up the pieces of my hearttt... My soul is dying and my everything is gone Another long day
Time to wave the day goodbye But I don't wanna hear no lullaby Sandman takes his cue And when the night is through I'll be lying here with you Close
lost in my will This has been haunting me way too long And I can't rewind I'm suffering kind I've been abusing way too long I'm broken, suffocating I'll close
shine for me and anyone Cast a shadow on the sun The light to find my way I hope tomorrow comes today Another day goes by Alone I wonder why Beginning seems so close
Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on So listen up close and listen
know, I don't hang around the house much This all night, money making got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth
big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can admire, but don't look too long I'm livin a dream with triple beams
'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play
you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money making got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected
Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close
baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close
murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens
on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that
world to be our saviour And that Christ is returning, someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life As long as we're
