, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble
can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word Streets of anger, trouble and crime I had it hard, had to sleep in my
't bring old Yeller back Yep, Gucci bang up eighty thousand dats a yellow safe Yellow homes, mellow holmes, you know you a scary cat No sleep for two
sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep
with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so
In the morning after dark Go Nelly I need some REM but I don't like sleeping alone So come and pick me up as soon as you put down the phone I wanna get into trouble
I will follow you at all Cos woman you?re my trouble And woman I?ve been trouble
you could end up dead sleeping in the devil's bed Sleeping in the devil's bed Take me, take me somewhere trouble don't go Make me, make me someone trouble
I sleep at night Wish I could read your mind When you say my name And ya close in on me I can hardly breathe Boy you get me weak Trouble is this has
the start I have a lover who loves me How could I break such a heart Yet still you get my attention Why do you come here When you know I've got troubles
watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Drive your train Trouble with you is the trouble with
troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get down Gotta get down to mine You keep me up just one more night I can't sleep here
Then turn around and blame you For the way you went astray A foolish heart will cost you sleep And often make you curse A selfish heart is trouble But
Darkness, darkness Be my pillow Take me in and let me sleep In the coolness of the shadow In the silence of the deep Darkness, darkness Hide my yearning
Stop what you´re doin´, baby come a little closer to me. Tell me all your troubles, tell me ev´rything; I´ll give you sympathy
every tree bearing the wrong fruit Turning me ill, let him who stole, no longer steal Oh, it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real How long will you sleep Troubled
you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep