You Been Gone I get the same old dream, same time every night. Fall to the groudn and I wak up. So I get out of bed, put on my shoes. And in my head
see Ain't I something? The way I'm stuntin' My material girls give 'em A-Rod money LV on my luggage Them mammas gonna hate and I love it, fuck 'em
about money when you think about me, huh That's why my ex's my ex, you don't want to be her She used to have the Beemer, now she own a sneaker I had her
Oh, can't nothing hold me down I'm gonna touch the sky Lose my money, honey Now pay me what you own me Mom is a hurricane You should see the way she
the egotistic He knows, he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault My
But I'm out spoken still They not sure it'll work But their all hopein' He'll Emerge the victim My words are pictures And yes the colors so loud that u heard my
because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I
rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (Uhh) I'm like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust? Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my
girl roll dough Fuck Domino's, strictly dice Bet you niggaz won't flow for this ice, notes is the price Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all niggaz still broke While my
my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own
Kelly Price: There's no way No way (No) No Way No way (No) Nowhere to go. There's no way out. No way. No way (No) There's no way No way (No) Nowhere to
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my
s a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' My posse
your kids alone 'Cause I got my own opening dome kit And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell They might start givin' you fuckin' hell Start changin' the way
It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the
nobody gives a fuck ?The children have to go to school? Well, moms, good luck 'cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break