make up what you like I?m going home just say it one more time with feeling til I can?t look you in the eye say it one more time with feeling it?s a
you make up what you like I?m going home just say it one more time with feeling til I can?t look you in the eye say it one more time with feeling it?s
things up All the bad girls in the building just shake it One time if ya feel it now, I ain't really trippin bout yo homegirls with ya I'm a bring you home with
the zone and whatever I need I just pick up the phone 'cuz I'm true with it and you're new with it I just swing the thing and then I'm through with it
now forever one with myself I sense the forces that deep within me burn I smell remains of fear forever gone I feel now comfort with who I have to be
one thing more, a crow to fly Before to tell me how thy tale unravels I say, thou art complete and free to go What holds thee here save one who lives
die I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my heart stop My reflection with hoes, the essence
of me (No one can help but your own self) City makes my body ache (Lonely, don't try and prey on me) I feel your world dying, no more use in tryin'
casting their lots to see who can get the old pubs's lease an' turn it into more luxury flats. Brick by brick the infiltration has begun. I feel moved
could do anything that I wanted cept fall and now that I recall, I was chasing my goals and every time I caught em they multiplied into more I never even
can hear when you bring it with more jealousy I give a bullet and begin to do the fool like I do that vatos mine To the night with a sight when I look
my man ?, P.R. Star My man Slick Looka Check it out, one time like that Feel the Fifth The One-Fifth attack Your backbone and spine Check it out Brother
shock to you But I still love you. Yes, I do. Don't you think I ain't when I am One more thing and then I'm out You get us wet with your pride Then you
here. Get some ice, man. Two more bottles of brew man. [Verse 1: Method Man] Peace to the God, peace dog. Pull out a little liquor, Shame on a nigga,
meeting lies with you Wait all the more regard your past School gates remind us of our class Chase all confusion away with us Stand on hills of long
We walk around the story Out in the city running free Sands of companions sides that be The strength of the meeting lies with you Wait all the more
here, of one of us dragging The propaganda machine must tell the truth This time stop lying But that was some years ago When we had more hope than money A time