you this sad song. It's for you, It's for you. It's for you, It's for you. A bullet for me, and a rose for you. I'm falling apart, tell me what to do
every time you touch me, it's like a divine sign Many fight fi the crown, but there's only one King Many girls want the title, but there's only one Queen
time you touch me, it's like a divine sign Many fight fi the crown, but there's only one King Many girls want the title, but there's only one Queen One
you read signs? can you read stars? Can you make peace? can you fight war? Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh Can you survive, Against
with it whatever you like it don't matter just don't bite it You see that feeling when you met me well you shouldn't fight it They said you and I are
my name on her, Star Trek 2 You know what, fuck it atftermath too Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it Helicopter outside, nigga
it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter
It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN! Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
It don't matter I won't do what you say You've got the money and the power I won't go your way And I can't take for the people They don't matter at all
on this train Tell me if you're down, throw your weapons to the ground Keep myself right on this train Hey bird you're on the wire, sold yourself for
's such a queer he'll tell you what you want to hear he has curly hair and pimples every where he's so lame i swear watch out for this ass he'll throw
know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha
me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get
Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be
