feel, this bitter year, you've wasted all of your tears, on the only one who had never even cared Say goodbye to me, because i know I'm better off alone
, this bitter year, you've wasted all of your tears, on the only one who had never even cared Say goodbye to me, because i know I'm better off alone
Everything's better with two I have rolled out my bed alongside the red Of Zion's great towering view But the beauty so bold is lost all alone Everything's better
knees. There was a sun in my eyes that made a star out of me. It's like my life was a list and my head was first to get crossed off. It's the pleasure
? (Aight) You ready? On your mark, get set, Go! [Verse 1] Check it, check how I run on niggaz Take the mask off, put the gun on niggaz (Uh-hu) Ya niggaz better
good figures An me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off
controversy and controversially speaking you LIED better on your Back :) can you see this isnt really open your eyes and try to feel me dance with the stars
From George Jefferson, to George on Seinfield From, "you ain't fresh", to "y'all don't rhyme I'll" From two turntables and a microphone To weak niggaz livin off hype alone
code when you hit me on the phone Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome I'm at a half of mill and that's off of rappin alone If you think
m goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why commit the crime? Don't ask me Went to school everyday, and I still can't read I count money
a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die [Kurupt] Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not) Realizing that I'm surviving off
coast is always clear I just lost touch You know these eyes can't help but stare Down the freeway lines That count my time And keep my head From spinning off
I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why commit the crime? Don't ask me Went to school everyday, and I still can't read I count money
em good figures And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous 'cause Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off
off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
're better off this way Maybe you're better off this way Maybe you're better off this way Maybe you're better off this way You're better of this; you
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
