We were lonely We were angry For being tied up to our lives We always mourned As the days passed by We were shatterd And we were guided By the
Every time I close my eyes, I see it. The way you occupy my mind. I need it Got addicted to that smile, I feel it. You got to know what's on my mind,
Turn it around, baby Turn it around Turn it around, baby Spend my time with me Try to believe you Try to believe you
, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip
For so long You and me were findin' each other for so long And the feelin' that I feel for you is more than strong girl Take it from me If you give a
. (Verse 4:Layzie) Now everybody got that jam that make you get up wanna buggy to the beat now. And if it wasn't for the drums, and the strings,
are Microphone fiend, it?s the return of the God, peace God And ain?t nobody fresher I?m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming fuck the other
she know we want to murder Aiyyo that shit about Jerome's niece is foul She was bringing niggas mad loud when we was locked down Put around town the 4
heavy string problem is today they've got an answer for everything 4-6-3 an x an o and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 a yes a no
butler wears a tux And look, look at the car that she's drivin Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and Swing it, rope it up and string it
't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like hoodini I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind G-string
because everyone is going out and buying our new hit single, for this group that uh . . . FZ: "You remember our other single 'The Bun'?" Don: Yeah, you remember our other
man, you're the roadie, you don't... Seven members, seven members, That's it. That's all you got. Eight! Eight! Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna
can't compete Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby oil G-string sittin' like a snake in a coil Hold on, I think somebody on the other line Interrupt
bitch" an now iam the one you missin i gess now i no wat da true meaning of comor is but ya you hadd me rap around your finger like a shoe string
I've never done before I've got to get away Find a better day Release me while the Porch light fades Breaking the bank Now we're breaking a string Breaking the law Breaking other
Pull the rag off the 6 4 Hit the switch, show the whole world how it go The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone The D's is chrome, the frame is
4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, Black Tims, Lacross polo, Black peekhole, long nose 4-4. Ya never
