i?m sure it will sink Down with them ! give me your hands, light up my life I promise you i still be there waiting for you cause you are my flame.
on So far from where you are Should I let you know the code Cause you wasn't what you seemed Boy I'm movin' on So far from where you are...
you are the one I try desperately to hold on to my heart Here I go again, facing the same old love Off and on again, love (Off and on again, love) To
say peace to my moms, my grandmomma Lil Chandra, and John, yo rest in peace to my Aunt Stella My sides moms, Ron's moms, Dawn's moms, Corey's moms Who are you
say peace to my moms, my grandmomma Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt stella My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms Who are you
blast when I'm gettin my chance, You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off, Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin
You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go [Hook] I'm light years Ahead of my peers Want some
down deep enough My head's telling me mad things like pick it up, let it off I go with my heart and my bag's packed, I'm jetting off Here I come, I'
his trench coat, no clothes again Baby, make us some French toast and show off some skin. I'll show you every inch grows on my foreskin. Show me nipple
the projects And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win",
Pee Wee Herman Hey, Erick Sermon, hey, you you get off my cloud Go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh,
the Pee Wee Herman Hey, Erick Sermon, Hey you you get off my cloud, go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy you ain't fresh, you ain't fresh
.Dre: Now where?s smoke, there?s fire Where there?s fire, there?s flames Where?s there?s flames, there?s chronic Either you high or you ain?t I got no
to go back to the first judge, Sayin' don't work for ya I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance And the odds are stacked against
E Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do Open your mind we got something for you and you and you [Chorus] [Eightball
shine again Your heart be fillin' wit laughter The joint has passed us You got them angels tryin' to run You grab them rocks be hittin' the ground You
sellin my halo, gotta stay head strong foe my soldiaz, like I told ya (Dear Lord can you help me?) when you at peace. Neva to fiend, you'll pray foe
this All of my mystic spirits, I get ready, make a nigga wanna cry Mystic spirits all up in my Flesh-N-Bone deep within One flip of my tongue and you niggas are
