know if you?ll ever love me That?s why I wrote this song for you You?re never gonna know How much I love you (you?re never gonna know) Why I smile when
nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast
salughter the bitches Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like a sucka So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka" [Wish] Never praying
gon' murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the
: You all know the Bible Is made of Testaments old and new You been told it's just those two parts Or only one if you're a Jew But what if I were to
niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you
ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today I feel close enough to smell you
cry about it, no papa don't cry about it No brotha don't cry about it, you know u ganna be alright without me Cause you know that I'm in a better place
put that crack out You know you light up when the lights go down Read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day but you don't know their names Party people going placed
yo put that crack out You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day but you don't know
And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid
my baby boo I know I'm always on the road, I'm always gone And you say I'll never make records for you no more Well this record is from me to you baby
packin' Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin' How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss? You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you
other heads and shit y'know [1] Aight, who else who else - who else widdit? [2] *laughing* [1] I mean she widdit LIKE THAT? [2] Yeah you know! [1] Ain
pollution, planet prostitution Uprootin da third We go to the way of the bird Can't do whatcha want to da place Don't waste my place Where you from
chance like this You may never get to show off Show off, show off what you talkin about I see you like to tease, baby And in reality you don't know
first thing that came to mind was you Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did
(Vinnie you?re a mess, what I?m gonna do with you?) I know you cooking something (Yeah, I made some food for you Managut, bragol, and some brigutte too) I told you
