I'll start this conversation. You were always known to choke on the words you say but still you pray that we can work this out. Your days are numbered
If this is all we know then I'm walking out that door tonight, and I'm heading in a new direction. The path of life has shown me things I don't wanna
I intend to drive through the night And wonder if I'm ever not on your mind. I wrote a song for you so shout out every line. Well, I think it's time
Back and forth we always take our time growing up, not knowing what's at stake before we change. So give me a chance and I'll take it, make it or break
This is a call for all the wasted days, and things I forgot to say; like you bring me down. I'll drag myself along, but I won't pray, because that
we pop pop pop Through your body Put the rest in your fitted And this is the way you fall to the ground An' you shaking nigga State prop cock game
Nigga I Aint Got No Muthafuckin Boss! [Lloyd Banks:] We Went Frm Runnin Down Sneakers To Runnin Da State I Can't Die..I Got To Much Money 2 Make U Got
corral Or maybe bark for a carousel Of course, it takes talent to do that well He might be a champ of the heavyweights or a fella that sells you glue Or President of the United States
he buscado en Namibia, en los Alpes y en los Champs-Elysees He cruzado los mares y de paso subi en la torre Eiffel Camine por Manhattan y llegue al Empire State
S. Male 'cause I was born In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place In the southeastern portion of this here United States
cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind ("New York state of mine" --
maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even
s all that Bun got I'm slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I'm looped up and looned out So not being of a sound state of mind I'm
And they left breast (yes!) Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun You fucking wit the champ Pop corks on champ
One: Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state
money in the gang as the bread grow, Candy old school drop top for the low, Boys used to be sleepin on me but the champ is here I gaurantee that they
i stay alive im putting up numbers like oneil on that 610 south aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south this here that people's champ
you already know [Paul Wall] I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas