and the times they get tough you see got this shit sorted coz my boys got my back and im where i need to be where i need to be where i need to be do
them niggaz that murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Where am I goin I
, Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die,[until the day I die], I promise to be
times What's going on Nelly Furtado: What's goin' on in the world today. I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away We got this first world vision
signs of endangered times What's going on Nelly Furtado: Ah tell me What's going on in the world today I'd rather be dead Than turn my head away We
What's going on Nelly Furtado: What's goin' on in the world today. I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away We got this first world vision too Comfy
the house tryna figure out where cameras from Cheaters would be But now I need a culprit I am talkin Long Sands Beach, kinda adult shit I am talkin all day
comes into play... ("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this") [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
: (feat. Wigs) [Chorus: Ellie] Where do I begin To tell you all the things I feel when you're with me? The day we met I knew I'd fall so easily You
Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, swinging beamers I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead All of my bread
live a lie How I need you baby, I need you right by my side I need you tonight, I need you tonight Yeah! How I need you baby See i can't let you go,
the team I practiced so hard for this moment Victory don't leave I know what this means I'm stuck in this routine Whole new different day same old thing
I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while I'm sleepin A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
and real conversations needed The world'll need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I
me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin A two day stay, you may say I need the
child dies by this disease In record numbers indeed Got momma's crying out please My baby hold on My child ain't done nothing wrong Still I want to holler
