-low's hot Me and my N.O. partners on the strippin' new drops Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers That
winds can turn cold and hostile The freedom, passion and the two-faced call They dance together upon the wall With nothing left to break the fall Now twenty
Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo Chorus 2X *flatline
Twenty three ANGEL Fifteen COAT VENDOR Twenty three ANGEL Fifteen It's old COAT VENDOR Twenty two ANGEL Fifteen COAT VENDOR Twenty one ANGEL Fifteen
Twenty four and he believes for sure he?s got it made Fame is here for good and looks will never fade, he doesn't know The game is never over ?till the
pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you baby boo Murder "murder was the case that
again, forever, two souls as one Seems like forever that my eyes have been denied Home - I'm dreaming of home I've been twenty years away from all
hustlin, tryin to get my money on Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to fall off, Too $hort records, we ain't tryin to fall off We ain't goin
he wants to hear your life spent put on hold for almost two years you've tried and you've tried and you gave it your all its sad to say 'cause dreams
the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggaz minds are trapped twenty
falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean Goin my two steps, something fat in between Haters don't get mad at my dreams
she does I asked me a question, no reply I dream me a life then lived a lie ...dream me a nightmare I traveled the stars but passed them by For trapped
play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you That's how I'm supposed to do We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth Who the fuck wastes they money to put
a mouth that ain't got teeth yet How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man When I'm twenty-two without a clue on how to take a stand Against this
of Jesus' eyes two holy eyes they hang from the wall two holy eyes still nobody saw days go by, here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes
on Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town I seen niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fall