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alone Sweet child of innocence Are you drowning in your tears? The time has come for you my friend Don't hide from evil made by your own hands Let us
my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
s got that self-worth She learned at 17 And I could work with that Been working all week She's been flirtin all night Wishing she could own me But I
All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One: 2Pac] Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies
: I put the finger on you My hands all out of control I can?t stop it getting down on you It?s moving on it?s own accord Yes, I?ve got fire in my finger
: The street is cold, the dawn is grey my heart says no but my head says stay my work is finished, or so I've been told can't part the three of us, once
I'll return the key [Chorus:] Well, well, well you just can't tell Well, well, well my Michelle Well, well, well you never can tell Well, well, well my
: (Graham Russell) Pictures of you race across my mind Filling all the space there is to find Melting love's own ice that lay so frozen I give that
it on ya block You best believe we supplyin' From a key to a half a pound A quarter to a dime Tryin' to own a piece of Brooklyn Like my niggas John Klein
spend all our time undressing our bandages When we've the ultimate key to the cause right here all underneath. How I've spun my wheels With carts before my
the problems came mo drama even my own momma said don't trust no body I only trust God and I only trust me I stay to my low so my real low key B O W W
me, now I sit paid and then maybe Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up
scabs Blood thirsty Ungodly Passing on my curse, the spell pussing gores Of those I infect become my loyal servants To ride me of my own rot Whittling
: I?ve got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key as I wander through the street War is there a war or is
I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My
else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One: 2Pac] Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own
