Lyrics:
[Mr. Niko]
When I Thought All Hopes Were Gone
You Just Came Into My Life
My Dear Son
In Your Smile I Have Found
All That I Was Looking For
My Dear
is beyond, in fact most cats can agree on
'Cause we on the same frequency, if not
Change your dial and get on it, I flip on this here beat
Then
bent
I lost count, who knows what I spent
I recall nine cleavage
Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers
One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her
Hollow, I'm so fucking hollow
I'm carved out by this life
The people telling me to follow them
Believe in them (And my)
Sorrow left a long time ago
to smoking blunts to the head
My nerves is shot, my patience is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga
Yes, the wedding bells are ringing and the choir is beginning to sing
What looks good in the day, at night is another thing
She's looking into my eyes,
is back in action, BIA
JKT is in effect, now they finna see our name
Boys are blessed like presence in a tabernacle, be my flame
Pockets seeing change,
played against each other like puppets, swearing you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Getting knowledge in jail like
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
advancin' (yeah)
Nike Air Trainer 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (ooh)
I'm losin' her slowly (uh)
Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie
If only we can lay our hands
On that vixen Yu Shin Hua
Then all our problems will be over
Yu Shin Hua
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But
they pointin dimes out
It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled
My hand is full, of fake niggaz I position
Expensive intuition
The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm
Dogg is a G
Ask P. Diddy, Lil' Cease, and Queen B.
Eatin up at Justin's you seen me, rappin
Stackin my weapon in the limo
And 15 niggas tryin to hand
Yeah its your boy Browny one time
Mc9jajajajaja
(Uhn!)
Mehn am done with this
If I cough on this
you will see my voltage that am high on this
Life is
and your crew
Couple of innocent motherfuckers goin' too
Talkin' kids and baby mama
Wanted drama here it is
Take a dance
With the devil
In the pale moon
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
your name, and connect with you in Spirit
I tune my heart to God, oh Lord, your voice let me hear it
For your voice is mighty, like the sound of many
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn
Is So Strong And I Still Exist
Life Is Not Being Easy On Me
But Thanks To All My Fans
I Will Always Be
[Jason & Main Choir] Playing In Their
what is your hypotheses?
I don't care, I say that modestly
If I had a metaphor for what I have in store
For four years of all this quality
I would climb
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
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