I can hear by your voice you're out of breath, it's the way you can hardly sing, Beat it out, beat it out of your chest, You're so bright, you're so happenin
moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her her eyes shined love a dimaond and above tha kind that you can love Not yet touched with so
the masses can't nobody stop this madness The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit Cars
homies, love the bottle Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato So on them days you feelin' real bad Think of the best week that you've ever had Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow Like Tyson loves
closer to love than hate, wait drugs are more abundant than fate and there some places about as safe as being nowhere close to your gun out in Kosovo run
nine-to-five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run this earth
-to-five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run this earth I'ma
you been doin'?] I'm still walkin' this walk nigga [Uh, heard that shit] So watch out [Verse 1] See you know us nigga, we run up in ya house Run up
rockaway these days, rockaway these nights Well at a picnic one Sunday Billy met Mary Dove Mary lloked at Billy, Billy fell in love Billy swore to Mary he'd always love
ride we took the winner's stash, house was at Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the john Right away
So Have You Seen Her? She Says He Love Me And I Believe Her To Take Her Away From Water Would Be Easier Or Even From Fire Would Just Take Away My Love
feel I need to by a fo-fo (Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though [Mos Def:] Classic material like Run DMC. At least, four out of five, every
you knew I would I feel you should adapt can't run forever trapped death stepped up to shed another blood you knew I would I feel you should adapt can't run
red Yeah, plus some Often dream of goin back in time and givin slaves guns (BUK!) So they can watch the master run Watch them devil try to get away then
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin, pimp shit All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one friday
sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (like the wind) Like the wind (like the wind) Blooooooooooooooown [Jinx] If pain is love
