re giving it all away But I know, I know you take it well And for you, for you I always fell It's not the night For sweet revenge It's not the night
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t know You're not Galileo, you're not Copernicus, You sit and stare from the Nanterre's numbing bliss, You're not Galileo, you're not Copernicus, You
bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's
ready for this LT Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac y'all (Chorus: Ashanti) Pac's life (Everybody need's to chill) Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life (It's
die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids [Chorus: 2Pac] In this life I
on my team I think I seen shawty on the front of a magazine Or I may be trippin' but fuck it, it's all good Yo Gotti, 40 Glocc, you know that it's all
from Harlem, Lenox where cars a kitted Where niggas a borrow ya gun just to rob you wit it See you could put out ya DVDs to help yo ass But it's like
it's nothing) The mansions the jets, the dro (it's nothing) Everything under the sun, is old (it's nothing) Shootouts cooking soft, punching laws (it's
rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, that's
my pager - It's one of my boys! Oh yeah, what a life-saver! But then it started goin' off again I hope it's my boy, but nope, it's my girlfirend But
teach ya how to get ya game tight Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good Getting rhythm in the middle of the night Sitting in
love was a devil's lie That your heart was gone, and the best thing that you could do was crawl away and die It's the painful cry of a man's despair,
just to throw me down This is not, this is not the real thing I know it's not, I know it's not It's not the real thing
and see my heart is black I see my red door and it has been painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin
so, Fellas, Break it up, break it up, break it up Ladies, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up Party on the floor, there's the bell I got the door, what?s
