just slipped away I can't help but wonder if you ever meant anything you said My faith in you has died A tear for every ungranted wish And a tear for
BWI I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it
sky I?m never giving in Middle finger up high And even when I die Don?t shed a tear when I?m laid I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway
we and dem a-go work it out. But we now have no friends In-a high society, yea-a-eah! We no have no friends; Oh, mark my identity; We no have no friends
If I told you I wanted to talk to you, You know, You'd think I'm try'na holla at you. And maybe I am but, You wouldn't hear me out anyways would you?
bye (You can cry all you want to) Bye (I caught you) You coulda stopped by, you got me hurting inside You shoulda never lied Bye (Bye) You shouldn't have
one nut, I ain't done, I got more cum Friends? Tell' ?em all to come, we gon' have some mo' fun Yeah, chew on me like some bubblegum I'll lick you like
Would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out I'm all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again But I can't make through the night
you smile for me? (Just smile for me now) Oh, won't you smile for me? (Nigga you black, smile for me now) Oh, won't you smile for me? (You ain't got
[Styles P] I said I?m man enough to cry I ought to let you know that I ?m man enough to die War for the cause when I do 21 salute, can into the sky
You feel so lonely when it's in the afternoon And you gotta face it all through the night Don't it make you believe That something's gonna have to happen
s on again if I could be born again I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time That I
for you Shed tears or is that to hard for you I'm just a man, reflection of my family Meaning you ain't gotta have one to understand me I got kids, I
you ma'am I'm not like these other fellas, although I know you think I am Even though I kick it, with a lot of females I can honestly tell you, that I
clippers, I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, and when I come through everybody
fake friends the ones that 'always need you but don't appreciate' friends i'm solo when i roll i live in doubt by myself that way nobody can blame me for
and cry and ask, "God why?" Like, "God, why the fuck'd I have to be born this way?" God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay
until the day the word dripped out Like leaky faucet, Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends