you really tell me what This means to be in love with someone Special and not know what it means? I fell that I?m just wasting your time that I?m Just another
back of your hand Like the back of your hand I know that it?s getting late so our summer love will Have to wait and I know that it?s getting late so
a warm embrace is just Enough to keep me through the night It?s just enough to keep me through the night. And I always thought these words would mean That more of it
the back of your hand Like the back of your hand I know that it?s getting late so our summer love will Have to wait and I know that it?s getting late
can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
or a yacht Wherever Im seen My brothers and sisters are never forgot Nah Mean Dont wanna hear another soldier drop Nah Mean Another dope addict get shot
filthy In someone's bathroom, turning blue, puking green You're senile, senile at seventeen Scars on your brain from drinking beer and smoking weed Another acid tab, another shot
she was fifteen. He took a bus on weekends. And he took her to eat down at the driveway in a cadilac. She told him "I love you". He never said it back
had me jailed in But it ain't all about servin' time... It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine.... Another pass or passive You wanta' play it
then I thought like "nahh" So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit It was a chrome four five with the kung fu grip Stuffed it inside my dickies
life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot
'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch If it don't make dollars it don't make sense And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence [Chorus
it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies Hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban Heard another car swerven Gun shots closed my curtains
: (feat. Nas) [Nas] Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... [Verse 1] Vice behind
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
: (Feat. Nas) [Nas] Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... [Verse 1] Vice behind