the same It?s another day I sold my soul I threw away my innocence And it feels so wrong All my senses died and I am numb My mother called me late last
all the same It?s another day I sold my soul I threw away my innocence And it feels so wrong All my senses died and I am numb My mother called me late
: [Talking] It's B.Gizzle ya number one original hot boy nigga already know whassup with me nigga already know my status if you don't know you better
night, It could be daylight I'ma show ya what the - AK like Them bullets burn, they don't come straight they flip, they twist, they turn Now is ya ready
that work, Sniper pull up in a Viper With a rifle, that'll mean your smirk Flows make my people lean, and twerk I hit the track and beat it up like Ike and Tina Turner
high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials Keep supplier's name confidential Crooked cops started buckin' at us Made a turn
Yeah, let's blow somethin Roll up somethin Ha Hold it up Hold it up [E.K.R.] Shoot the gift [Steele] 1-2 Turn my mic up [Steele] Yeah, champion sound, number
There she go ridin with some boy shorts on, Driving Her Car and Singing This Song, Turn it all the way up, Like they do in the club Yup that's me, I'm your number
I talk shit Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah) Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit I turn around there's only two
bigger the tire Hollow tips'll make you feel like the nigga on fire Everybody got to go its the truth So I figure while i'm waitin' on my turn i'm a
you're holding yesterday in your hands Crashing on the underground again Spooning desperation from a can And your faith has come undone In the garden you were staring at the sun Feeling numb
alone everywhere that we turn there are mouths to be fed how can we sleep the battle goes on while we're safe in our beds so don't turn away no don't turn
someone But I'm here making eyes at you And I think we're gonna say goodbye to the bureau Close the files, turn the page, start anew Close the files, turn
times when you wanted to be number one And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh)
yo baby brother hurt Yea, a worse still when you die, gets real You eternally separated from God for a trillian Million, billion eternaty mayne Ain't no number
but in the end will i be okay, Will i be okay Father father will you be there as i cry out Silent again turning colder, frozen deeper, Numb to this
: 2Pac] Grab my gat, locate my comrads Lets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets to