ever gonna hold you like I am I?ll love you ?til I die Until the day I die I said ?forever? I said ?forever? and I mean it I made a promise And I intend
Nobody's ever gonna hold you like I am I'll love you 'til I die, until the day I die Until the day I die Until the day I die Until the day I die
gonna hold you like I am I?ll love you ?til I die Until the day I die I said ?forever? I said ?forever? and I mean it I made a promise And I intend
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to say at the judgment throne I already know the only thing that I can say I Trust in Jesus My great Deliverer My strong Defender The Son of God I trust
: You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song And I will sing again You are
hustler [Chorus] [2Pac] No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile
reason I insist I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test Everytime I drop, I'm burnin hot So I
it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original
: I wanna tell you I've always wanted to tell you But I never had the chance to say What I feel in my heart from the beginning til my dying day I was
and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til
the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em Cause when I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not
Technique] When I speak about Harlem, I speak to the world The little Afghan boy, and the Bosnian girl The African in Sudan, the people of Kurdistan The third
sold What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) Y'all know that I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches And it's murder 'til day that I die, can't spit
my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you been the same muthafucka
-in-word and pass If I ain't smokin I'm servin, therefore I smoke in third person, ask I can recollect the swishers, but I can't remember the type and
