slip away when we said Stop what you're doing and love me now I'm making my move come on and love me now Time... time... Time... time... time... Are we beating the time
next man We must have unity and think of the bigger plan The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time (time) to
eyes Now you could say better luck next time But I know you're about to die How deep can you drill into a man's soul Still say better luck next time
Shot a licka say it again kick it and come back for one I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm running It takes some time It's like a dream come true
parts And if you knew him like me I know you'd agree What if the world Slandered my name? Why he'd be right there Taking the blame He loves me so And
are about to witness...) (Hit it) [ VERSE 2: MC Eiht ] Begin part two, up next comes three And the fourth verse is final from the Eiht MC No time for
With thousands in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks (It's the nature of the business) (It's the smugglers who lose) Next level in the game, homey, it's time
practice - strictly blast these empty shells {*crowd roar*} it's an upset, you lose the title! But first lose the haircut, you're bitin george michael Next topic, time
at by luck, shit was hard But once we got through the trials it's all smiles 'Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now why you gotta go and take
had dreams of livin large Earnin crazy cash flow, the whole nine yards But when I told my college friends they kicked back and laughed Said, "you better grab your books and take
all the time I get suspicious when you call me someone else's name You think I don't notice that nothing's the same...anymore (Repeat Chorus) And I
is the perfect jab Step to this boy you better curse your dad Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times
to take your life (cause you was pussy) Now we gonna take your mike(cause you was pussy) Left the hood and hired the cops, just your luck (we the one
oh) See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh) Well we doin it all the time (what?) So you better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes
up my lungs, but I know I've gotta stay I'm moving slow with nowhere to go I stumble on a sign 'One Mile To Dine' It takes a little time and I'm barely
too I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+ This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time And my time
I've waitned fore yeah And I could not aks for more I could not ask for more than this time together Could not ask for more than this time with you
place can be a better place than this im now dismissed my body hit the concrete the bullet had no name as it was introduced to me the next morning headline