Damn, I mean, I just keep thinkin' about you I mean, I wanna move on but I can?t move on It?s like you got some kinda hold on me and, man I don?t know
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Fame, makes a man take things over Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame
My dear precious mother means so much to me she has always been so true and kind My best friend on earth she has proved unto be thank God for a mother
Come and listen, won't you brother? Have you heard or don't you know There's a train that's bound for glory? Will you ride it when it goes? Have you
Fame makes a fool out of anyone Fame takes you back to the golden childhood Fame makes you think that you're having fun Fame the game Get on the plane
Got the law man, the con man, the liquor store man Got the man at the premiere to 'Spider-Man' Got the old man calling on the young man Got the soul man
Work hard all your life, gain a friend or two 'Cause you know you might just need them Well, if your dream are real Take time, get it right, you could
What? One, two Check me the fuck out I'm here now, ha, ha, I'm here now Ya'll should have never let me in the muthafuckin' game B They fucked up lettin
Take it for what it's worth, my birth was a blessing Sent to live and die on earth as a lesson We each have a star all we have to do is find it Once you
[Swizz Beatz] Comin hard for ya We doin this right here man Givin it back Alotta thugs in the street, can't even do this right here man But you know how
I do gangsta rap They wanna blame world problems on gangsta rap It's our faul cuz motherfuckers is dyin' in Iraq It's our faul cuz motherfuckers is starvin
You squirt out red and turn so yellow And then you made me kill my own I'm not afraid (Coming, coming, coming, coming) (Coming, coming, coming, coming
Like moths to a flame Is man never gonna change Time's seen untold aggression And infliction of pain If that's the only thing that's stopping war Then
There'll be shouting on the hills of glory Shouting on the hills shouting on the hills There'll be shouting on the hills of glory There'll be shouting
There's always a better way There's always a bridge that needs crossing There's always the straight and the narrow The wide and the shallow But I know
If it weren't for kids, have you ever thought There wouldn't be a Santa Clause Or look what the stork just brought? Thank God for kids and we'd all live
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria in Excelsis Deo Gloria in