You'll eat her existence a slave to your game Another's pain, fear's it's spelled out in her eyes when will the child's ego let go for the sake
her eyes But will the child's ego ever let go? Another's pain and fears is spelled out in her eyes But will the child's ego Ever let go? For the sake
O.P.) [Jadakiss] D-Block [Styles] True indeed [J] Double R [S] Yes, true indeed [J] Desert Storm [S] True indeed (Sheek Lu' where you at?) [S] True indeed
re warriors, warriors. We're sick and tired of trying to explain. That it's a life it's not a game. The need to be will never wane. We're warriors
I love you In time you?ll love me back but time will be too late I?ve packed a pistol just incase My constant smiles at me and tells me it's okay So
cry about it Westside got a nigga back so I throw my dubs up, Never leave without my strap, it's like that Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's
name it's a game Cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame, what people do for 10 minutes of fame Everyday it's the same thing, People
Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in
It's crazy how one thing can change the game (how to change, how to change, how to change the game) I'm not trying to waste my time Waiting up for you (Will
Steelers like I'm Pittsburgh Go against the gang the man will have your whole click served Nice with the mic thang, the hoes love my pipe game Put it
[x8] [Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don't know Off the motherfuckin' chain, play the game how it go I ain't in the game still I'm a problem on
Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don?t know Off the motherfuckin? chain, play the game how it go I ain?t in the game still Imma problem on the low
swag [x8] [Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don't know Off the motherfuckin' chain, play the game how it go I ain't in the game still Imma problem
swag [x8] [Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don't know Off the motherfuckin' chain, play the game how it go I ain't in the game still imma problem
It's like my ego's too bruised to be deflated Cause the real is that I love you, and I hate it I knew this day would come, wish it would have waited Tonight
a name, it's a game 'Cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame Everyday, it's the same thing
just out of the blue, went, took a glance in front of Macy's I seen two girly-girlies one looked def, the other looked like Mr. Furley with my ego trip
Barkley and Akeem Olujawon For the whites Bird, Kiki, McHale and Paxon Shouldn't go any further you know it's gonna get wack son But if the black players have an ego
