You think you found good space today Not only in wasted time But that which does become you Within Life's vice grips we remain Feeling alive, so high
with a new style? Know that motherfucker well, what you gonna do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Not gonna do us, it's new now Think you
you die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God
lens, with the diamonds on the frame Down here in Texas, everything good Everything candy, everything wood The Lone Star State, the house on the lake Riding with a bitch, thick pretty ass face
like what I see It's so easy to be lonely when you've got a face like me And is it wrong to see a doctor every time I think I've got a new disease Once
Whattup baby? It's ya girl Sunny Hot 97, a.k.a. the Drama Queen Hangin' out with the Drama King himself KaySlay, 'Streetsweeper Volume 2' Lil' somethin
Still we played the field like players witout contracts Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that Comin to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh) New faces
get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is
a nut On a down south slut Look her in the face and tell her girl I want to fuuuuuck She be like shiiiiiit There ak-nel go with that new york diiiiiiick
rookies and trusting my faith into fortune cookies. red right, white left slogans to the door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new
moon, a new lagoon We glide upon the surface Night falls fast, no shadows cast Arriving without purpose Oh baby call me Oh baby call me today And if I were the king
dull face You lose your dream In your lonely far eyes Swimming with the sky Lonely in your far eyes Swimming with the sky Hey baby realize you hate your new
? The 'Fatman' got it, he dead Her sister didn't really live at all Confusion, he dead His chase led to the Fatman To face the friends of Mr. Cairo
on all types From big baller to the small fry Get what you want out of life But every night now the same thought arise (babe you got a light?) Still as lonely
are That already gives comfort to me And should the dawn ever decide to set me free Perhaps in a new way by the light of day I could learn to face the
, but I pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who
I pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this
Hear me, see me Welcome to Soundview projects Bronx, New York, 10473 Intersection action ribs touching New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
