The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that I could have loved you then
Excuse I'm takin' to you, hey, yeah Aye girl, I just want to talk to you for a minute Manolo pumps is tappin' and your lipstick's red (We're just eye
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was
[G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the fuck over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea look at me, look at
[B-Real] I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily Enemies wanted to face off, grip the
It's gonna get in you, child of the night And the hood rolls on How do I begin to do this shit right? And get my hustle on It's gonna get in you, child
I was on the street corner Hangin'with my girlfriends we were talkin' bout how we are all alone(talkin'bout how we are all alone) then he came around
Nothing so bright Nothing so smooth Nothing so pure As my baby All of my life days into night All I did dream was my baby Until the days darkness entwined
Now I lay me down before I sleep Pray the Lord my soul to keep Stay with me Jesus through the night ?til I wake in the morning light Merry Merry Christmas
An Angel's song is sung Mary's time has come to best The Lord will have a Son Wise men come to welcome home the child What child is this, who lay to
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It's a sad affair When there's no one there He calls out in the night And it's so unfair At least it seems that way When you gave him his life And all
Oh yeah With a child's heart Go face the worries of the day With a child's heart Turn each problem into play No need to worry No need to fear Just being
"How old do you think I am?" he said I said, ?Well, I didn't know? He said, "I turned 65 about 11 months ago" I was sittin' in Miami pourin' blended
G. Rap and my nigga G-Dep 'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you heard It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know? Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly What a joy we made from the
[Black Thought] Slow down when you're hitting them corners Fuck around, spill this 'gnac on my two hundred dollar suit (stop being a backseat driver man