Ima anata ni deatte kagayaku Kono kiseki wo shinjite Mou hashiridashita ai wo nido to Dare ni mo todomerarenai Ima made chigatte hoka no Donna hito ni
i cant live without you i know i did you wrong girl no i did the wrong thing its my fault im sorry i can my whole world changing cos of you up side down
by the game in a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel
Met a girl and wrote a letter to get her Asking her if she could fill a hole in my heart Now I got myself all messed up just my luck That she won't be
this is for them greedy bitches, who wanna eat off my buck Who get 99 bananas, 'cause you fresh out of luck I wanna fuck, and you try'nna get a sirloin
club, no where I ain't even suppose to be Drinking with a girl all close to me I'm all up in the air, telling her some super fly shit she need to hear
your anger out, throw it up against the wall I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it A little skank from the other side, picked it up and kiss it like Good luck
to the promised land But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody Tonight I'll see you all at my super dinner party" And late that night, at my super
what I'm sayin' Talking about homeboys and the fly young ladies Men, woman, sons, daughters and the little-bitty babies Speaking on the Def Jams everybody's be-bopping Super
with 'em Hit 'em and forget 'em and go handle my business I like the kind of whine and dine, who grindin' all the time Your ex-girl was a fly, but now lucked
such class! I think that ditso likes me Yeah, go on and get that ass! Well, the stalker stalks his target Just happened to see her at the super-
MC's (Adolf)Riding fake props (RA)I'll be in this rap shit till my fuckin heart stops (RA The Rugged Man) Cause we complain daily- cursed with all types of bad lucks
keep my peoples out the poverty 'Cuz ain't no more starvin' when ya'll around me, shit This world ain't gotta be me and every playa got paper Shinin' like a super
Uh, you know I was you're bread you're butter And I ain't talkin' bout dat bread I fucked up on you 'Cuz in my head man I swore I lucked up Wasn't countin
Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had
low, then bring it back slow If you didn?t wanna dance why you on floor? The mamis on the go with Mr. Luck on the catch up Super duper behind and baby
but hit the foot lockers Steal, muthafuck fire, Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked
give me the keys so you think thats kind of charming everyone you knows a little confused but i bet theyre not all super-jinxed black cloud bad luck
