realize And see all confusion in my cloudy eyes It's all part of my way of giving And I'm giving it all to you More than love, it's a way of living
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One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe
boyz in?a your section Tryna give my tax bracket an erection A seventies entity girl look at my complexion If you can smell my cologne, you?re too close You small time, my
to worry Mr. H said the izzles back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son's on life support? And just imagine how my
your name behind that screen name They're lame and their life is pretty plain M&M's with no nuts Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made Like puppies
than that, you're small talk face the fact You wanna rock the boat a little, well earn your pass And it's the last call for alcohol, meet at the bar Me and my
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
be where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my
me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Just to say "RIP" Krayzie Bone Now, I gotta give it up for all my dogs, a lot of my niggas
plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my
small town I've always run straight to the flames I've lost my face in a thousand ways, oh, yeah You don't give a damn about my reputation Take me as
are asked to stay inside the cell Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down I just wanna make my phone
Shh, you remind me of my phat gold chain Some of y'all are just small change Be a boss with true true game, yeah, yeah Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous
Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a
on the block Up on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want
