it's true Fair weather, go figure Calling it quits had its run So I'm calling in dead Fair weather, go figure Some things are better unsaid So I'm calling in dead
t find her way [Game - Verse 3] Thats all I'm thinking on this Grey hound Usually I'll be in this seat with brids and a tre pound But this time I riding
nigga slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times
That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit But everything started changin, business rearangin Then the time
soul Is in control So have no fear I'm in this for real Make it crystal clear I get a little better each and every year It's called improvement Your style
off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years Starving
my name on the floor "Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said "By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead But when
him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called
we charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-woogie moon I called her my nubian princess I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive I spent the next seven years
want [Nas] This ain't no sucka for love shit This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit And don't call the next day, this a
next time a girl gives you the play just remember my rhyme and get the hell away Just last week when I was walking down the street I observed this lovely
sell white wine Gon' let that light shine Ballin' for a life time Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin You can call him your husband Call me at night time
different level This time the inside of me is empty, outside I look like the Devil The homicide bureau pay visits to me right now on the daily The neighbors is racist they called
foul a n-gga better call a ref, and everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best when I come to doing this and I be banging on my chest
take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call
