here to stay I don't know how Anyone could rescue me now The story goes on and on I'm always susceptible to think That i could write my own chapter
[Exemplifying the current standards placed on United States political officials, the relaxation of many ethics has come to warp and often replace the
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've done forever You give me your hand But let me decide when to reach You always let me be me But now's my time to take chances And find my own wings
verse 1 I do hits for my go-getters, to my O flippers All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
just sit back like: Look what I did. Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness, Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business. Smokin on a blunt in my own
sit back like, look what I did Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I said my prayer everybody back to business Smokin' on a blunt in my own
But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12
the freeway Cause I ain't touchin shit with my own hands So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say And count my money when they push it off I
can turn it on and... Gimme the passion from dusk till dawn...Tell me if you want it fi gwaan...my girl.. [Verse 3: Keyshia Cole] As a woman on my own
LS's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about
Muppets, you fuckin cunts! (Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!) [Redman] Yo, yo Muscle my way in, old fathers mine Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime
Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a
turn around and try to have your own children?" So I changed up my style once again So me and my moms could still be friends My daddy wasn't buggin out
' What do I say next should I talk about some cars Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds I
the ghettos this stuff you have to find A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine 'Cause I'm aware of all evil and devilishment Because I'm
undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be in My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
