You give me your smile, a piece of your heart You give me the feel I've been looking for You give me your soul, your innocent love You are the one I've
Guess this means you're sorry You're standing at my door Guess this means you take back What you said before Like how much you wanted anyone but me Said
Ooh, ooh, ooh She's out of my life She's out of my life Ooh, ooh I don't know whether to laugh or cry (To laugh or cry) I don't know whether to live
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life? See what I see At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops Learnin' how to seduce niggaz, takin' they loot Quickly
Here from the top of a mountain I see you there In the cool night air Someday in my life Fear has no reason to doubt them They tell me so Yet they will
(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta End Live DrumsGuitar: Concetta Percussion: Curtis End
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up What chu was goin? do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking
Yeah, yeah yeah G. Rap that's gangsta (My life nigga) All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop '
[Chorus x1.5: Killah Priest] My life, though things may seem hard My life, I know I can depend on God My life, things might not always go right My life
I was standing downtown, downtown Staring at the pebbles on the ground Tryin to figure out a way up out of this town And I know yeah, I'm not the only
[Styles talking] My life.. Pharoahe Monch.. Ayatollah.. Holiday Styles.. Double R.. Rawkus Records.. Pharoahe talk to 'em.. let 'em try to understand..
I changed my life so I can be with you But you turned and walked away Tell me what to do? I changed my life so I can be with you But you turned and walked
Whoo, friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin' (Hi neighbor) Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers That's my neighborhood,
Whattya think makes up a KRS? Whattya think makes up a KRS? Whattya think makes up a KRS? Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my back
Well, you followed me all around New York City Tryin' to make people think I wanted you with me I can only hope that they didn't believe you I can't figure
KIM: You who i cradled in my arms You asking as little as you can Little snip of a little man I know i'd give my life for you You didn't ask me to be
Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education Some real shit Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin' Thinkin