shine from the first time that we crushed, The room was so dark, back had a mean arch, Through me apart and from the start, took a nigga's heart, Girl
with all that money I'm a stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to) I'm a stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you) I'm a stunt (when
the night! The night is gonna getcha ahh it's gonna getcha The night is gonna getcha ahhh its gonna getcha Give me the night! The night is gonna getcha
blood And try to look so good Follow me! Make up in the new blood And follow me to where the real fun is Ha ha ha!!! As stale and selfish as a sick dog
getting higher (You're a star) Robbing blue collar (You're a star) (Yeah rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (You're a star) Youths get tired (
you don't fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes "Ha ha ha ha", and all a that (That's right!) Anyhow, on my way here I almost died This bitch
Sweet thing, my dick is thick like sugar cane Give me brain til my heads shrink'an If you drink'an, I'm think'an About coppin you a mink an' in the
to life - one dark, one light If you lighten up forever you can dig to the night Wrap them guns over there, and bring 'em on ova' here (One of us) 'Cuz my God is
partners in crime Your going is your habit, smiling like a bandit Knocking on my window each night You're sweeter than a beauty queen, darker than a
... That hurts... there it is again... oh what pain It's like someone's cutting me with a knife ...This is more than pain" [A:] Ah ha ha, I put broken
calmly in his chamber Calmly Nothing is wrong and all is well Knock, knock who's there Came night eight Night eight I was slower than a watch minute
Mimi baby, you need me baby? You know I know how to treat a lady See a girl like you, need a guy like me Not a busta (Like that), sucka (Like that) Soon
The Professional 3! Ha Ha!) [Styles P:] Please don't forget of the late nights Says Double O, S-L, all they see is our break lights You know we get busy
is Christmas Eve on Paris' Left Bank. Rodolfo is at home writing when a stranger knocks at the door. It is Mimi, a neighbor, who needs to borrow a match
a beautiful parishioner there, Cavaradossi explains that it is a combination of that woman, who he does not know, and his own dark-haired, dark-eyed lover
I was young A dream of sweet illusion A glimpse of hope and unity And visions of one sweet union But a cold wind blows And a dark rain falls And in my