you can't escape the time you now make So I find myself on the highway on my own The median's my pathway and my home Listen, listen my son, my son I
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, the kitchen floor I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried I'll leave it unto them to be a father to a son I tried, I tried, I tried, I
letting myself go You are my joy You are my joy You are my joy You are my joy You are my joy You are my joy You are my joy You are my joy Everlasting
[Chorus:] And I wanna see you get it up Are u ready to ride? And I bet you never get enough Are u ready to ride? [Verse 1:] Sittin' here alone and it
Listen for me on the radio I?ll be singing your name Singing sweet and low Listen for me on the radio Too little too late for you to know On the way
else i have my own shit list, and i want to you to know that you were at the bottom of it little technicalities and indescribabilities and i can put my
and say, "You'll be sorry" Then there came upon my door a loud disturbance I opened it to the sheriff and his deputy He said, "Son, did you molest my
[P. Diddy] This goes out to my nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
just a man, you are my best friend Someone I can talk to someone who really listens When you touched my hand the sun got brighter then Trusting you I closed my
the drops out Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh) Wylin till all of my
can talk to (oh) Someone who'll really listen (yeah) When you touched my hand (yeah yeah) The sun got brighter then (brighter then) Trusting you I closed my
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh) Wylin till all of my crew knocked
at my blog, knife and forking my sh-t while I'm tryna get the new G-5 with the kit with the bed in the back cause my son hate to sit and all that dark
hit my knee's in the street And begged God for mercy Last night, well, I told the Devil where to go You know Heaven's got my soul Ain't gonna listen
neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
