I've been cheated by you since I don't know when. So I?ve made up my mind, it must come to an end. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how
move your feet To the beat that I am layin? down tonight. What are you runnin? from just give up a little one and it is what I?m gunnin? for- just one last
And I swear that I have had enough. With each line, they keep on lining up. Just a little bit of my time, on my terms inside. It locks itself out from
th avenue) (On my motherfucking block) But on our block we still praaayyy But on our block we still praaayyy [Verse 4] And block parties in the, projects Lasting
: [Chorus] A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died
: Finders keepers losers weep Down on 42nd Street Bare-foot children cryin' my-oh-my I watched you on the avenue While other men were having you I think
I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin
on Eldridge Avenue Each night I wait to get caught But I never do She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote When our love was young and bold She said last
pink. Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew We can't enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous... Of each other's wealth Commin
I heard the west coast shit was dead what you want me to do Muthafucka just pull me some dreads Hell naw keep it southsiding bitch Im the last man standing
it fi run inna bundle let it go a rema let it go dung a jungle dung a garden need fi water right down to the dirt when last you touch a maverlywhen last
Target Of Their Laughs And One Said Lets Get Em For His Fuckin Stash As I Walked Fast Past The Other Yards Wit Grass Had A Lil Cash Tried To Make It Last
I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved by so many other motherfuckers that ain
my back tryin' to keep a nigga down, I'm cryin' out for help, but help ain't nowhere to be found, So what can I do? Pursue other avenues to get revenues
get stuck! Buck buck!! Shot to ring out Turned down, life, a cheap Christ, streetlife Mic's, my device in this street life [Verse Two] I see Darryl on the other
Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they
other's couldn't figure How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures Said the Brinks is comin' through, at Fashion Avenue
