baby whaddya say) She walk away (Walk walk baby why don't you stay) But like a cardboard suitcase in the pouring rain She falls apart on me and then we start again
in 1968 And I open the Daily News how is the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How is the king
is love All he cares about is love Give me two Eyes of blue Softly saying I need you Let me see her standin' there And honest, mister, I'm a millionaire
spoken honest. We expected each other to be a physic mind reader. Don't tell me "life goes on." I need her... Next to me... So once again I can feel
feeling's still still inside me, An' I guess it's gonna stay, I hope that you don't think that I can't turn and walk away, Someone stood beside me
Nigga Dats Y Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby Bitch Im From Dade County See Ima 7 Trea, Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider I Blo Ya Doors Off U Race Yo Car Against
'm still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't This fucking black cloud's still follow's me around But it's time
I move (ooh) He said and she said (what) I did what, with they (who) No not me I said (not me) she gave me no head (ooh) Won't get me again (hey) I pleaded
cocoa Now I'm just hot like cocoa You can catch me on the block, being watched, in a drop The same color as chocolate cocoa I done walked in the street
think negative, Used to tell her shit like I?d lost my pen, Now there?s a chance I?ll never see her face again, So I walk a fine line, but it?s not
Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle Nights got cold and still
Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills East coast west coast slang yo cap ya bill Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me
my niggas is comin straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-ridin' the Dips, steady tryin' to play us But you ? (Dipset) Nearly 40 and niggas totin' a gun (Dipset) This is
, I walk up on a nigga Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr) [Chorus Three] He's Black Rob, he's our friend (???) is back again
Should I Say That You Do You Say I Love You Me Too And Baby Girl Until I Die Its Just Me And You And Thats A Promise To Be Honest Youve Been One Of The
talking street shit Young angel, young lion, I'm done trying I'm just doing, who's drinking, cause I'm buying It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still
Pac] Part 2 This is for all the homeboys who couldn't get their happy home As long as one of us got it some of us got it Stay down for me, hold on Verse
me ain't no tellin where I might be or what I got with me. I'm the wrong one to test, laid hoes to rest go against me and i kidnap the nest second guess