Who Has The Right To See To Love You Better Than Me And You Don't Have To Worry Bout Me Cause I Will Move On And I Will Stay Strong Cause All The
met you You're the only one who cares for me The only one who guides me through [Guy:] Baby girl whenever I'm with chu its like I have a lucky charm
Brother Marquis Bus - Bust a rhyme [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Extra extra, hear all the bad news About the wacky-wack MCs and the ones like you Because I've done everything that you have
play with my heart I got cash or a credit card Don't make me beg for a piece of ass All I want is a private dance! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice]
have eyes to see, and ears to hear But they cannot utilize them because of fear You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart For fame and fortune
flesh, sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto track Bringin' to you some actual facts From the bottom, known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A
let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats A wrist full of (?) for all the maggots Back up and get
monogamous Mindy While your girl envy Desire a girl to befriend me But not to entirely up in me I have pictures of a woman that I love in an album day dreaming of a
hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets And haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns Blazed
on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that a*s
a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes
to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace ni**a) [Pac] All the homies that fell, all
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja
rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a
a man. [2Pac] I know you got a man but he ain't gon' if I take you out. [girl] Of course he gon' mind. [2Pac] Let me take you to lunch. I'll have
ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still
you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga You touch
demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days A born