my life looks this gray so I let go I let go I can't be that way when my life looks this gray so I let go I let go I've got to leave it alone this time
I want to stop myself from feeling low. I don't know why I even try. I can't be that way when my life looks this grey so I let go. I've got to leave
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the storm (c'mon) I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this
than the middle of my eye Black like feh-lah man cry Some man wan ask "Who am I?" I simply reply, "The U.N.I., V.E.R.S.A.L. Magnetic" Work to respect
to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions
damn it I?ve been waiting too long I even wrote a song about it Like to here it? here it go If I?m being too annoying, let me know (Just let me know
dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go
) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga) What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get
left 'em all stuck I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust
all about What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you know I mean? Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man You know what I
i dont mean to come off like a tellamarketer i aint no hood no crook no robber i just wanna part of ya heart i could borrow [hook] sometimes and maybe i
in the mail by the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger
't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a high hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With
nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a high hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my rag-top down
point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with
s my word I want approximately.. everything you got The verdict.. that's right Yo... Call me the black champion guess down, wanna test now So let's grab
