good's gone, the good's gone The good's gone, the good's gone The good's gone out of our love I know it's wrong, we should enjoy it But the good's gone
but that's a pretty nice door yeah I got a bed, it really cost a fortune I go away and it's too big without you You've got it good, you know how good
her local lover Who was it that picked up the phone? Oh, that was just my brother She goes out to receive it She's desperate and she needs it It's like
with us for our poisonous deeds How are the many rivers and the lakes and the seas Are they still angry, at Africa So who's dead and who's alive, did
don't seek Him dawg then we outta luck What good is it to gain the world and in the end lose ya soul? It's foolish bro, there's a loving savior you can
like short term peace treaties I see disease, swarmin like bees Stingin these undeveloped war torn countries Apparently I'm on the good side, but this
I am It's too late to bring this up anyway, I've had enough for today It's good to see you again 'Cause you know you're not the only one Who's been living
graveyard, Wonder if there?s wandering ghost. Sometimes it comes without knowing. When I?m gone will I always be remembered? Will you recall the laughter, will you recall the tears? Keep the good
live a lie Then he showed me the place where good goes to die The real hell is your life gone wrong and sleep without dreams The real hell is your life gone
three Fresh Kid Ice, long dick Chinese A savage in the morning, a savage in the sack When it's time for sex I'll break ya fuckin' backThere's no time
X' do Hang with a crew that love getting revenue With a description of 1972 Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side 24s gleaming, sitting
in with a stranger Say's it's true, that's what he's been told Payed a lot for information When I look up the stranger's gone Like taking candy from
Tha D: Hello Bitches, trick tramp sluts, it's the Mutha-fuckin' D here to work yo' big butts Got hoes on my back seat, niggaz on my nutts Cock blockin
I. Amin:] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as
(feat. Stretch) [2pac:] Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless
can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with
if I'm wrong but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz
