I got your letter today and I miss you all so much here I can?t wait to see you all and I?m counting the days here I still believe that there?s gold
be from This is one business in the world where that's no problem at all Everything that is left They will only plow under Soon every one you know will be gone
above the trees That?s when I heard my name in a scream coming from the woods, out there I let my dog run off the chain I locked my door real good with
Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me Come closer don't be shy Stand
He had 3 whole dollars, a worn out car And a wife who was leaving for good Life?s made of trouble, worry, pain and struggle She wrote 'good bye' in
Well I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles and Sing Sing Tommy Shay, boys God used me as a hammer, boys To beat his weary drum today Hoist that rag
money and my best friend You know the story Here it comes again I have no pride I have no shame You gotta make it rain Make it rain! Since you're gone
re jumping right out of their seats, dancing to the bran? new beat Do??the Metropolitan Glide Do??the Metropolitan Glide The floor is polished and your momma's gone
God said: don't give me your tin horn prayers Don't buy roses off the street down there Took it all and took the dirt road home Dreaming of Jenny with
Strip Poker Motel Got a small blue tail Hot ice, cold cash I never been no good at staying out of jail Wheel spin, roulette Who?s giving, don?t get
Long way going to get my medicine Sky?s the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday I found it in the
I'm gonna get me on the ride up I'm gonna get... (...Can I have a little more on my voice? ...) ... get me on the ride up I'm on the top of the hill
you can't fade the triple six Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
'm engaged now, man What? I'm engaged To that bitch? Aw man, don't be talkin about my woman like that Oh, now you're gon' trip on me Wait, wait, hold
can't fade the Triple Six Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real Always
you enough float To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up Shut up or put up I'ma 'bout to let up Licky, licky here, two shots you gone
[David Sha:] Love Love, Love Love, Love Love, Love [Verse 1: K-Rino] The initial meeting was magic my vision was real pleased I met her on the pasta
wicked shit in packed ass clubs We scrubs, your everyday Joe's, Mike's, and Tom Dub's But that's are thing and we love that shit And people sick, thinking wicked shit gone