Lyrics:
states are sorry done
Your million and all of them
All of 'em was funny time
It wasn't you, it was him
School me once, school me twice
Three times, I
Prophesize if we living, I
Promise momma not to feel no lie
Seen black turn 'em Burgundy
Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy
Stuck inside the belly
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
These times are troubled and these times are good
And they're always gonna be, they rise and they fall
We take 'em all the way that we should
What what what, what what, what what, what what
Whoa
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in
When I'm away from you
I'm happier than ever
Wish I could explain it better
I wish it wasn't true
Give me a day or two
To think of something
time
Get new shoes come pickin' time
Ev'ry night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
Chorus 1 :
Show me a version of life that you want
Popping these bottles and rolling these blunts
Show me a version of life that you want
Show me
of the time, yeah
And you squeeze my hands two times, three times
And believe me I love you always, always (always)
All I do, the whole day through, is
'm falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put
(whoa-ooh)
'Cause every time I try to tell 'em, "No" (no)
They won't let me ever let 'em go (go)
I'm a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-ooh)
These drugs really
(whoa-ooh)
'Cause every time I try to tell 'em, "No" (no)
They won't let me ever let 'em go (go)
I'm a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-ooh)
These drugs really
Love, soft as an easy chair
Love, fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Hey
Like a rose under
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
I don't wanna go
Where everybody knows your name
So I just stay at home
Mm, anymore these days
'Cause every time I leave the house
I hear
things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
I'm talkin' 'bout you and I
But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum
We want, nothin' but peace and if not we leave 'em deceased
In your
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
She says when she feels
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
I don't know about group number 2
Man, tough
Listen we would like to
We would like to do for you a real pretty song
That was done by a group
the bustling life
[Pre-Chorus]
Step by step, I rise every time
Grasping hope, not afraid of hardships
Overcoming storms, becoming stronger
Tomorrow will be
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