Lyrics:
me like ay what's good
Where you been
How you doin
I say coolin
Better yet I been down for like all these years
You stayed clear
So my nigga where you
saviour
You're mine tonight
Big wheel turning
Down by the river
Found my calling
Down by the river
Wanna live forever
So far so good
Now I trust myself
years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
-And Teddy, too
Or Peter or Stephen-
-Or even you
Ooh!
And then there's
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
left me in the summer of '89
A very good year
Crack cocaine sales rose in every hood here
'Til you got knocked
Then locked down, bag of rocks & fat knot
Wishing today was back then
Long for a time way back when
One year from now
I'll think about how
Last year was better again
I've given up on making
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
How can I find my way
You know what people say
After the bloom, the rose dies on the vine
Weeks turn into months and now a year's gone by
I haven't
Time goes by when you tryna get bands
Shawty too bad had to switch up the plan
Used to make way with the rose in my hand
Tryna make your day with
he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking
The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon
me
Stop an' smell the roses?
Baby, I can't hardly see
No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be
But I've got so much responsibility
Got so
have you stressed till
All black the scheme
Chest poor formation when I'm wit my team
Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings
How we floss, high gloss
brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha n 'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em
Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush
the voice divine, Morgan
I'm a Freeman staying alive
Slaying dragons and demons
Cool hands Stan Beeman
Co-pilot by the Sauce, tapping codes on the Morse
listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha n 'em, rose Phantom pushin'
to achieve
Enormous ratings for T.V. stations
And much to their relief
You are my whole world
If not my whole world
Then in what world are we
I have a good
road to the next level
And the scenes where it's mean to do the right thing
Not to be a good king but the best devil
So it's horns for the crown, torn
dick in karma since then my life's been a myth
Pause the beat for the dead
I lost myself in a mess
Ain't seen my son for 3 years don't ask why am
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open the door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
Hey Averi, remember that time
You were hiding by the creek when I kissed that first boy of mine
And years later, nothin’ seemed to change
We’re still
My girl she's a good one
She's always on my mind
She is a rose and I am a stone
She's always poking her head out
And striking a pose
I'm always
bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
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