high I start to miss you standing by But I'm afraid if I wish tonight My lucky star will be out of sight Oh, be still, my little heart Oh, be still, my little heart
Tradução: Joya. Be Still My Little Heart.
back than takin' On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to
in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple
you're blessed to find your equal Still play my part and let you take the lead role Believe me I'll follow this could be easy I'll be the help whenever
that you're blessed to find your equal Still play my part and let you take the lead role Believe me I'll follow this could be easy I'll be the help whenever
pain Theres nothing about you thats plain. See your mind, it is precious Though your heart may be restless And your eyes they will see All that you're meant to be
, dog, kill who you wanna kill Just keep it real when it come to me 'Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungry On my right where my gun going be Bitches
by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say "Jeeze, I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels
which one will I raid, got be headin' downtown 'Cause tonight's the night Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face So a nigga can't be seen in
my youth, us as little kids Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for? I got decade old wounds that are still bleeding That chapter of my
It's very seldom that ur blessed to find ur equal Still play my part and let u take the lead role, believe me I'll follow, this could be easy I'll be
get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad
what we're giving (We're giving heartbeat props) You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man And my man's got the plans in his hand (
fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, dont settle
driven raps written in my notebook Inspired by the cap and the gown that's on the coat hook Prepare for the chemical rush, somethin' new to cause Your heart
