[Sound of pom-poms] Cheerleader: [With annoying feminine voice] "Ok you guys, let's hear some spirit!" [Performing cheer] Cheerleader: "United, we are
need to do is you need to break me off that money you owe me mayne I'm tired of playing games with you man You call me beggin me crying all on the phone
change it though/ she's leaving voice mails on his line, asks him if he's doing fine/ says she miss him and she crying, she wants to kiss him one more
the game played right "Word up, word up" So me and my nigga Pete Rock gon show y'all how to play the game right "Get ready for the Industry Shakedown
games they tired of yesterday, they play I stand and hear my voice cry out A wordless scream at ancient power It breaks against stone, I softly leave you crying
part Of a life that you don't know and now it's scaring you? 'Cause you're saying all the right words but no one's ever heard The voice that's crying
hard cold ground You think I know when your lookin' down So to whippin' now, from all around You?re crying out for help but it can?t be found The voice
through You're looking up and you're looking down Shot's are rippin' out from all around You're crying out for help but it can't be found The voice
, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be one more person crying So don
hotel room I'll keep my promise of that I'm coming home soon And I know you're alone 'cause I can hear your crying When I hear your voice, it makes it
Inside my mouth i can hear all the voices say do not lean over the ledge i shouldn't look down and i shouldn't have found that your lips i still taste
in the sand, I heard your voice calling, I thought I felt the brush of your hand... Oh gambler remember the love that you lend, Will never come back for the game
for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit. Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this. Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh, oh. [Verse One
deep in time in ocean of my daydreams filled with my tears I sacrifice my past: whispering voices are calling me again I hear their crying my heart
gossip I'd a seen him wit this one, I'd a seen him wit that one But everything they say is monotonous Can't you hear it in my voice Mama you're my heart
walking the straight line, opinions overthrown Deep inside we feel it, chills us to the bone Society's own children, bodies whitout voice Decisions made
dream I had an awesome dream People in the park Playing games in the dark And what they played was a masquerade From behind the walls of doubt A voice was crying