Lyrics:
back on the good times we've shared
Which means ...
(substituting "blame her" for "blame
Them", sung only by Che)
(Eva:)
There is no soap, no
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
of plastic, made out of pigs.
Why bother to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty?
I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved being
late
I've had a good time
And now they've passed their sell-by date
I'm moving on to pastures new
Just one more line and my story is totally nearly
through wit my families
Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals
Potted, take a good look at what we started
Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it
Everybody's watching, none of them I've ever met
Starring in the headlines no good news is death
Threats fly through the airmail, e-mail
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
Last lines for today
The tired words you're too tired to say
Mattered more in the dream you lived in too long
The last chance good idea
That always
Copper tone tan in a muscle shirt
A dirt red jeep coming home from work
Odds are pretty good he'll be stopping at the Texaco
She was standing
record spins, resort to reckonin
Recallect, rewind, let me rephrase
Better recognize retard and relay some respect
Or be raided by regrets, remainin wit
mind goes and wanders
When I get those thoughts of you and
Love comes shining through...
When I think of you, all I wanna do is share the good news
we stars, we stars
[Fredro Starr]
I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York
Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk
Throwin' hits
Hey, what's up? it's always nice to see you my old friend, good to hear your voice again. you know, I think about you now and then, but a little less
Dear Father, how long have you gone
Without speaking to your first-born son?
(He's well, she's fine)
I'm better still
Still looking good
new love and
It looks good on you
I have never wished you dead, yet.
You can now have all the things I could never give to you
Look out the window
true without you
By my side
I'm falling apart
But it's all a start
Of a brand new day, a chance to play the message of my heart
If I turn back
I
danger
Your life is in danger, your life is in danger
You have made up your mind
That you don't need religion
You're such a good person
And you live
about but I am hip-hop
My cats in New York like "I am hip-hop"
My cats in Atlanta like "I am hip-hop"
Cats in Miami like "I am hip-hop"
Chi-Town
you need something better.
What is better than love?
Told me you need something new.
But all I need is you to feel the way you make me feel.
I
diggin' tunnels behind me,
And live at a new altitude.
I'm gonna reach for the stars to remind me,
That meerkats are not merely food!
For once I'll be,
charm bright
That don't mean that you can kick it, from grippin' my arm tight
Plus you lookin' good, that-that I can't perform right
In a U.S. club,
naked (I'm sayin', dawg)
Turned up my player, could tell by my posture
Your son wanna be me, this shit gettin' awkward
If I try to be you, I empty my
"What's there to lose?" said the general
Selling our dead meat by the pound
Accidents of existence
Will make us all feel duty bound
To send along
I remember my father as a young man
I remember him holding my small hand
Fourth day of a new July
Big parade with apple pie
Bottle rockets in the sky
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