Letras:
Picture House Life Goes On

shooting for stars On a Saturday night They say what goes up Must come down But don't let me fall Don't let me fall Don't let me fall They say what goes

I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that What goes

ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth We tradin war stories

get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor Pour out a little liquor What's that you drinkin on? Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on

leave out on this note Niggah keep your two cents I ain't trynna leave you broke Life of a don, lights keep gloown Come up in the club with that fresh shit on

Farmain: I love you hannah montana . [hannah waves] Jackson : Do you mind i am on the phone here. Alright. i've got a life to you know and i would appreciate

Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can call me on another line. Indian

you love, cus dey down for it Now that's just how it goes, and all the hoes on me And everything is V.I.P, and that's on D.P.G Now nigga creep in, just

Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt Bet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern back We live inside a house that says fuck 'em on the welcome