street I hear them say "there she goes, that crazy girl she thinks she's something in this world" So I'mma close my ears and dream 'cause life is never
my heart up Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader Run it back with original flavor Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table I'm so starstruck
I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got
love faces, making love faces My hands rubbin' on your skin Let's go hard don't hold it in Girl let me wrap my hands around you (hands around you, hands
to say goodbye?" Sittin' with Mama alone in her bedroom She opened her eyes and then squeezed my hand She said, "I have to go now, my time here is over
mobbin' Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby Uh, man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don't you spit Uh, I am the hip hop socialist Life is a
do it like me,(No) you can never do it like me (like me) (noooooooohhh)( oh oh oh oh oh) (verse 2)(Lloyd) Hustling' is hard work, Gotta really want it, dedicated my life
Ferraris in the driveway But you see, it came in exchange of a sane man's sanity Your vision jaded by the Grammys on the mantelpiece Just switch your
And if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high) If you ever lost a life before, this one's for you (And if you with me put your hands high
, take it out the door Dice symbolize my life, roll 'em on the floor From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand You live a shitty life, we live
the bottom of the ant pile. Weezy! (Chorus) (Verse 2) My grill is gangsta, my aim is money The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly They say feed the hungry, but these bitches is
off I'm completely covered up in your love Even my skin is changing I'm feeling warmer, no more icy blue hearts for me You put the color back in my life
Shawty, I'm your insulin Baby, I'm your insulin I think ya need, I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby, I'm your insulin Shawty, I'm your
me giving you the business Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it, TIP? And this one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you The dirt off my
t let me down now Don't let me down Don't let me down now People, this is what you're living your life for Fighter, that's your name, that's your name
keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow And right now the tour bus is lookin' like a freak show
't care Be my unholy, my one and my lonely I wear scarves and hoods cause it's the only poker face that I've got left And everything I love about you is