(How many tears can you hide?) Girl, your love (How many tears can you hide? How many tears can you hide?) Girl, your love (How many tears can you hide? How many
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was
lookin back at regrets How many people you blessed is how you measure success (chorus) I've Been Lonely I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending, And Thats All I Can
word You can't get with this Sweet like licorice Dangerous like syphillis, yeah How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany How Many
When you lose someone in life I need you now even more than the air I breathe You always intervened when things got too hard for me Where are you now? Can you
So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin' up for our own shit And if you outside the click then you die bitch (Quick)
soon This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This
feeling when you make the same mistakes. You try to hide it, you do whatever it takes. You always smile in front of crowds, But you are crying inside. You
) Throwin' westside up like Pac, when they pop ya block up, Big Poppa flock off, you holy lil ? holy Kenobi, chewbacca I'm Balenciaga, Chanel, Hermes but I betchu that you
now you can't get through, there's no way I can lose I know some days are hard but don't you make mine too 'Cause I can't stand it when you come home
secret or forever stay apart? I can't help thinking when I look into your eyes How much I need you, it's so hard to hide How do we ever keep this secret
or was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam
I carefully select That stand in for how I used to feel, For how I remember feeling, For how I dream about feeling, For how I feel about you. And now
rottweiler house, the rottweiler new york [g-dep] Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do When you
close and you've written what you've written You said it, that's it, what will you look to be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer You
mouth and your thing From Detroit to KC fuck the industry Because they hate me you wanna be but you can't be me Wicked is how I'm depicted arrested
