fucked up, you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me Outside the concert you didn't have to But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother
the only peace Everybody needs, everybody cries Everybody bleeds, everybody dies Everybody dreams, everybody wakes Everybody makes mistakes Love one another Sisters and brothers
as soon as possible Peace [lucille middleton] Hello, mark I know you're not there but I know that you love the lord And I remember when you was a little
did it and y'all know that I'm wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little
all out Earthball that's all, never let the devil call Revelations little Biggie nigga so long Metal was so precious I was resurrected, why? Juniors fly to The Creator And my brother be, brother
'm with it/ I'll give anything for past sinnin' and take it back/ A hustlin' little nigga with cash, but now we grind a little bit harder, harder/ My
and crone their dreams By the time I was seven my mom left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother
never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream
undertone It's time to turn to stone Chitty chitty baby When your nose is in the nitty gritty Life could be a little sweet But life could be a little
that sho' feel good Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green How do you do? Welcome I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you A little more
got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded Ain't it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother
me like cash On the rocks of reality, dreams get smashed In jams I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter Eighty
real world Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl She recited raps, I forgot where they was from In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
Dealers were dreaming Of an Uzi someone had just scored "I betcha I could hit that light With my one good arm behind my back" Says little Joey Diaz
Easter Sunday, we were walking Easter Sunday, we were talking Isabel, my little one, take my hand Time has come Isabella, all is glowing Isabella, all
Sit down little brother, let's talk awhile I know you're going through the same thing I'm going through But that's the changes that love put you through
'm trying to win And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty Then I'm sorry for sin But the Fed don't understand ain't no bread So brothers have ta learn
lotta Ra Ra, ya gonna murder me You got the wrong conspiracy, this ain't Kennedy Jealousy get ya no where wit Lady C You want a wish you better I dream
