Lyrics:
a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world
Deep pockets, deep beats, looking crisp
But maybe not, maybe this is it
Maybe what you see is what you get
But I want a love'll make this heart beat
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
to repent
Infested by the greed of what we are, and what was meant
Ghetto angels, we sing a ballad from the pain that we went through
cll the ups and downs
[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto
There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was
inside I never changed;
I guess I'd been deceived.
'Cause a voice inside kept telling me,
That I'd change by and by,
But the Spirit made it clear
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
and leave my worries behind
I know that any goal I wanna reach, starts in my mind
I'm kinda dope 'cause I'm one of a kind
I like to take my own path, never
the weed
And I bathe in the liquor
As long as you hear my voice In your head im wit ya
Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
Blood of my blood
Ghetto
to last
Hang on to her, boy
They don't make them like that anymore"
And as the years go by
We'll still be side by side
'Cause there's a voice inside
the night before
Inventive belief
Intensive release
And her mother always said
Don’t push your luck too far
She didn’t speculate what what kind of a date
Dead to the world
Stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggas thinking what y'all reading
In The Source is real
What my life like, you looking
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world
there anything that i can do to ease the suffering and pain or will my voice get drowned out by all the noice made by those who would profit by
See right through
His voice you'd melt for, he says my name like
I'd fade away somehow if he's too loud
What I would give for me to get my feet
down, broke her from inside
Now she stands alone, where her love had died
What kind of sick, sick love is this, that tore her apart
What kind of sick,
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
all made it Hard for me
Voice of the ghetto, so just know that this flow; ain't hard for me
Professional Artistry, ain't no major labels with major
These children are living in
A world where their
Friends, their brothers, their
Sisters, their cousins
Their classmates are dying violently
They are
the sky
Can you hear a higher calling from a voice deep inside
If you run with the wrong kind of people damn near all of Your life?
It might take a whole
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