Lyrics:
the stars, yeah got bigger dreams
I dont know bout y'all but these visions be lit to me
I could picture me in that Bentley I just seen
And last night
I only
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
Who never planned on having someday
Why me
On the night of my last rap
Africa's gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be crack
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
And all my tigas gon'
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
They possessed a much weaker
form of magic themselves, and although it would be
normally quite useless against the strength of Magica,
the inability
Last night you said you loved me, and it gave me fever, and I thought it over
Ba-by, my ba-a-a-a-by...
[Chorus]
When you are there, I'm aware that
a terrible situation and it might cause trouble
Throw on your coat jump in your Benz and come over
Why P?
Yo, I think Jane is on my sofa
What?
Last night I
let's make this moment last
Through the night
cnd I'll hold on tight
So kiss me in the candle light
Make love to me all night
Everything will be alright
the last time be the last time
You right, it could've been somethin
I'm just not bout to keep doin' this with you
All the back and forth, I done moved on
I
Uh, yeah
Uh, here's another one, uh-huh (uh)
And another one, yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
It's ladies night, what?
It must be Angie
rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn
it be yours
I'm the last of a dying breed
And the first of a rising one
I'm the last of a dying breed
And the first of a rising one
The yarns are
the last Mohican
I was frozen solid by what I was seein'
Sam in the truck, yellin' fuck it let's leave
My body was paralyzed, tongue couldn't speak
And I
Young Mula, baby
(You thought it was over?)
(Let me see)
I wasn't born last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her
I couldn't imagine
What would've happened
If it wasn't for rapping
I'd probably be trapping
Slanging the magic
Yo that shit would be tragic
Let's get
de chump over deahh? lemme see yo' draw's! uh-huhhhh! jes' couldn't hep why'seff, could ya! pheww! you best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'!
Ws we's
come at me over one of those pussy I’m a be giving y’all holes
This for hard times
This for hard times
When you fucked up and you don’t got nobody, this
little inconvenience
By the name of: Stink foot
Y'know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, an' now it's July
I
gone be in my past forever
As much as I hate to say it we might not make it this time
Noo
This won't get fixed by getting naked this time
Up late night
take the crown
Fuck it I'll go ten for ten
But I'll probably be in a retirement home by then
If you say your gonna do please fucking do it
I'll supply
see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last
hard decisions
And my life - In a twisted situation
But I gotta wonder why, Tell me why
Did it have to be this way
It's best that we go our separate ways
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