some apology I didn't want to tell you this No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess Thank
at me and I will stay Start to cry and I'll go away Just please don't leave me guessing So you made me come Then you sent me away Like a messenger bird
And I must have looked like a ghost Because something frightened me And since then I've been so good at vanishing Now I do as I please and I lie through
rappin But for me it wasn't happenin So I changed up my style, to the ladies been mackin I wrote a rhyme about 'Roxanne, Roxanne' I used to bust it out
't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy Didn't know I was a cold blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin' wit
shouldn't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy Didn't know I was a cold-blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin
I didn't want Girl, I'm just kiddin', let me start over again, hun' See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton
you cant nobody tell it for me You have well informed me and I am well aware that I don't belong here You've made that perfectly clear I get my ass
I'm high enough to probably steal a plane Man, just look at me, what if I couldn't read? Would you throw the book at me What if I'm feeling sad, am I
I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I
Black is black is black is black S E D I T I O N In the mood of the move I'm showin' See the way the clinches have been torn Cold spittin' facts to the
Haven't left a mark on you You wear it well A little out of time but I don't mind But I ain't forgetting that you were once mine But I blew it without
Than I'm listenin? to you I let the beat ride When I'm listenin? to you I'm through J-Live I been Listenin' to records I've collected Records I've
party don?t stop Call for life, now who you call for the ice I ain?t calling you wife, I get it all overnight So I?m gonna hate this bitches, I said
leave, I'll call you, it's been real Boy, I can't understand it See I never really felt like I do When I'm around you, baby And I just can't explain
nigga Follow me Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen? Once I got you, I'm