Lyrics:
me sick, Lord
At times I've tried to hate
But I just don't know the trick
I need...
Experience taught us wisdom
Thank God I've got some life
Won't you show me how to kiss
Put your lips on mine
Do you do it just like this
Tell me I'm doing fine
We got a good thing going now take your time
me sick, Lord
At times I've tried to hate
But I just don't know the trick
I need...
Experience taught us wisdom
Thank God I've got some life
of timely season
Pooling from behind
Sampling the moment
Stumbling through the test
Leaning on emotions
Hoping for the best
This can't be it
This can't be it
me sick, Lord
At times I've tried to hate
But I just don't know the trick
I need...
Experience taught us wisdom
Thank God I've got some life
When I take a man
At my command
My love will stand
The test of time
When I take a man
Or a woman
They're both the same
They're both human
I
it's my time
But if God save me
Maybe I'll erase any vice that could potentially bring harm to me
Before I make a move, I think about it karmically
candy
If you get carried away
We'll be starting a family
This is a perfect time for a magic trick
Good humor is no fun without the magic stick
Now
low
It tastes so sweet that sticky cotton candy
We get carried away we be startin' a family
It's a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl, you know it's
around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den den
a player you know?
I don' play no game
Mi jus' make money, dollars, every time, seen?
Now how can I explain how this game laced?
Plus with this fame, I
Damn hey, close yo' muthafuckin' mouth
Shut yo' muthafuckin' mouth!
This is how we going to to this in '94
Here we go time to size these niggas up
ridin' spinners, I'm riding spinners, they don't stop
The way y'all test my gangsta, these bitches test my gangsta
I'm from that Memphis Ten, trick, who
the time, you wanna test mine?
Don't cry, I die before they play me
From the cradle to the grave, bury me G
Straight thug kickin' it with the homies in
ridin' spinners, I'm riding spinners, they don't stop
The way y'all test my gangsta, these bitches test my gangsta
I'm from that Memphis Ten, trick, who
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Ay Trick, Ay Trick
Ay Trick, Ay Trick
Ay Trick, Ay Trick
Ay Trick
Music, it's my lifeline
I don't ever wanna live without ya
Music, at the right time
me sick, Lord
At times I've tried to hate
But I just don't know the trick
I need...
Experience taught us wisdom
Thank God I've got some life
papes, hit skins, drive a fat car
It ain't easy, sleazy even
Deceiving those we believe in
No benefits, just tricks and chicks
Knock a pig to pick, so
I'm a wizard through the night time
Mess something up I press rewind yeah
Out of time
Rewrite the crime
I'm supposed to be good but hey at least I'm
Some things last forever
Stand the test of time
It's you and me together
That's the bottom line
Come Hell or high water
'Till the end of time
One day through to the next you're putting me up to the test
I can't seem to find the peace of mind
I need some time to clear my mind out
One day
'em
So many rappers to kill, where did the time go?
Might even be a friend of the family but you ain't mine, though
Choppa to the side of ya top,
and what's to gain
Living life in the parking lane
Time runs short, go seize the day
Pros or cons, there's nothing to weigh
Will I pass this character test
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