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'cause I'm hurting
And I know what it means to cry from nerves
I'm dying to learn what a high can tell me
You're not helping
Melting into cynic vibes
See

Groove With It

Big Daddy Kane

Prince of Darkness

1991

here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm

to set boundaries to Keep me at bay, it's not your fault, I Blamed you
For years on end because when they Were singing what a friend we have In Jesus, I

them to you
I was the first to say, I love you
We sitting on this plane, but you keep me grounded
I check out mentally surrounded
By all my fears, flaws,

thinking you're not good enough, well let me tell you something
Everybody not perfect, that's why we need to try our best
Cuz won't nobody love you, til

of the deal
Wrap that string around your fingers
And show your grill you're for real
When your mouth's in pain
And you just can't make no sense of it
That's

world tour
Influential rap shows and rhythmic keynotes
Bob and weave. Left hook, brush stroke
The vision been muy sabroso. Muay Thai elbow
A few dead

what you're talking, no correlation
Bingo the greatest, ain't no debating
Sir D pulled up like a patriot, but you ain't Tom Brady, you so deflated
Might

Switching up my style
Time to let my mind run
Time to really go wild
Been awhile since I've shown this side of myself
But still not about the wealth

moe
Catch a fake friend by their toe
Step on me it's time to go
Help the people when I'm low
I've got a whole generation of kids that I'm helping you're

the perfect night
That shows just how much I know
It's why I didn't want to go
Will it always turn out this way
Pretend not to hear what you say
But I'm hanging

and ain't trying to find her
You're not minor so little mama I'm gonna name you
Queen Koopa for the night tonight I'm gonna claim you
Picture your leg lifted

Chorus:
I hate it when it's too many niggas
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all

attention

I can't just fuck with anybody 
I wanna know the deal
If you bout it
Come and show me
I wanna know you're real 
I can't just fuck with anybody 
I

you
What I feel inside?
Jealousy that I carry started to fucking me up
Curses filling me up
The problem child I am is also not helping me out
Did

and
Ill show you im local but with big demand
Ill go global n cut you out like edward scissorhands

Yea u bin a fan
Ill show you writtens plans
Now youre

smell.

i must admit, however
I think that you're on to something. 
the world is rotting. 
but the women folks are not to blame for it. 
shit, 
they got

the first place
Which you embrace
We're not trying to take away
But how would you feel if your thoughts were restrained
By the people who've been thinking

can. step it.     On the stairs
Get lifted.    At the gym
We can slide        By. My sleigh
 Shoot it   off   Of ur rim
 
See how  d  tracks lay
Long

to attack me and then claim I'm rude
But your raps like my advice I give to a guy's honey, you're above that tool
Instead I tap into my highs and my lows, not

flips which I lost then found
Bring me some strings and maybe two tins
A cheap talkplan but not too many rings
Not too many rings
Not too many rings
Not

apart
She is so beautiful
Want her to show me the ropes
We helping each other grow
I wanna grind with her
Wanna see her shine
When I wake up, I want her

Fueled by self-righteous hate that's been festering subliminally
At first you were thirsty for blood but now you're just confused
The cries of innocence

a problem you might know that and you might show that
It’s not the first time that this problem has resurfaced and not drowned out
We live in a society