I'd find Chorus It's why I've let it slide A part of me that lived for you just died It's why I've let it slide You and me we're both on the same ride
At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house
what? How you living, oh I be living fabulous I bow my head and I praise that We be there and back before the Rose's flat Picture me anywhere a clown
get the picture firewater, call it liquid rapture into the flash and flames of my crazy nature firewater, the world's a mixture of broken liquored people get the picture
saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through
It's what you all been waiting for ain't it You weakly entertainin For me to get a hold of this beat Go ahead claim it I'mma bout to paint a picture You
that's another whole box of them ties slide your foot off the gas before we crash right back into the median it separates our house from the middle of
my dreams Picture you an African prince just lookin at the water glistenin off my body Picture me an Indian princess diamond necklace from the house of cartier Picture
four hour song without no hook Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside Better slide
know who I is though When we ready you can come, and you can let ya friend go You can let your friend come too 'Cause, I picture your friend on you (Yup
dub sacks now just pound (?) But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill Poppin usin
in a town house I can put in my house [T-Pain:] Come over here sign the papers to the crib We can turn this thang into our house [Justin Timberlake
: [Verse 1] I had a vision of a murder X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth Straight fucking with that sisqo, it got
I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long Caller number two like this.. [Xzibit] {*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house
: Same old shit, just a different day I can try to get it, each and every way Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes Times are getting hard, guess
all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get
being abused His mom's a drug addict, she has a bug habit Was a seven day event, since she celebrated the Sabbath But she back slid, or that's what
