' they livin' All on the television tryna front like that's your car With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin' star What you are is a nigga lost
famous people send their children there This teacher says to us "We have a problem here This child just will not do A thing I tell him to And he's such a
hustle on Look here Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred It's all a part
s a war outside still raging You say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath Peaceful skies in my lover's bed With a wide open country
And you gave me, you gave me a reason for livin' And ooh, you taught me, you taught me the meaning of giving Repeat 1 [D'Angelo] Oh, to find a love like ours
ordinary It's rather extraordinary so yo bust this commentary A literary genius and a superior beat creator Have come together and we made a Musical composition which we think is a
a sock I got a G I Joe with a kung fu grip Merry Christmas man Merry Christmas and a happy new year man From ours to yours merry Christmas and a happy
ours, we won't be sorry Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par Turn this off for a minute We can do bigger things
15 grams, a half a Ki At Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be Gettin' some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth He knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a
rooftop of City Hall, which faces Daily Plaza A police sharpshooter watched the crowd Even as he saluted the flag After a minute of silence, church bells
Conquer Lyrics *Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored
*Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed
ours We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch Every trick bitch wanna be a
beautiful it's painful, a sweet sickness, Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known, For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a
im a rascal dont get whopped, I get brats who dont give top, I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, An I break on anything
It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin' Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip If I been wit a
A Millionaire, I'm a young money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair, I'm a venereal disease
we will stand Every boy, girl, woman and a man Oh well now, two or three minutes, two or three hours What does it matter now in this life of ours Let