5 January 2009
I see your dirty face High behind your collar. What is done in vain, Truth is hard to swallow. So you pray to god To justify the way You live a lie, live a lie, live a lie. Pre-chorus 1 (kevin rudolf)
I’m still smiling like a beer in a bar I’m staring in the mirror while I’m doing my hair I’m putting on my clothes When I go down the stairs I open up my mi
I don't wanna feel the way that I do I just wanna be right here with you I don't wanna see, see us apart I just wanna tell you straight from my heart Hey, I can't sleep I just can't breathe When your
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I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth The minor fall The major lift The
Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain,(I make it rain) I'm in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella I make it
I wanna be your chick I wanna be down for you (Do ya trust me?) Yeah (Love me?) Yeah (You're puttin' it on me Ya must be) Ya down ass chick I wanna be your chick (It ain't only for the RULE baby) I ri
uh uh yea Vita Ja Rule uh uh uh What would I be without u? he yea (Ja Rule) What would I be without my baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy But every thug needs a lady (J
Ya niggas know I'm from New York But shit I love Cali-forn-i-a From back when NWA Rocked the black and grey raiders shit On some gansta shit Niggas wasnt thinkin bout hoes and how Making is The coop w
Whoo Light a candle for this one Light 'em up Yeah 's ma, Pied Piper Whoo C'mon I've been around the world (yeah) (mmm) And gets nuthin' but love (let's go) (ohh) For who I am (yeah) (you right) I th
Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Y
Only God can judge me, is that right? Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And
Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My ene
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