Lyrics:
together,
Together as we know we'll always be.
In a life just begun this day will live forever
Like blossoms in a treasured memory.
Your big bouquet may
the Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
of an eye
There's music in your head , and it holds your plans
Then handle be heaven wenches in your heart
So love the life you live
And live the life you
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
eyes (in my eyes)
Me and my daughter, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life (life)
Big homie better hold up (hold up)
Me and my whoadies
place
I won't leave you standing with your heart torn in two...no
There's another way to live and I'll show it to you
Cuz...
Ooh I built this life big
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
[Intro: Timbaland]
DJ Timi Timb, on the 1's and 2's 'bout to give it to ya
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
I try, survive
K9's outside
What's life, I strive
I do
Mr. Worldwide! (hey)
Miami, T-pain, Tally (hey, hey, hey)
Sean Paul, Jamaica (hey)
Ludacris, ATL (hey)
Now lets show the whole world (hey)
How
parade
Now look at me I'm yesterday's hero, hero
How their cheers used to sing in my ears
With you walking by my side I was a conquering hero
But no
Written by b. setzer
You only go around once on this big spinnin' planet of love
So don't be wastin' my time
Tell me what you're dreamin' of
We'll
at midnight
And my mum would always sit up and wait
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late
Out of my window, I could see
man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level
Plow my
down from above
The clouds roll by and the moon comes up
How long must we live in the heat of the sun
Millions of people are waitin' on love
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
at midnight
And my mum would always sit up and wait
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late
Out of my window, I could see
you got me bit I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
at the right time
What a coincidence, 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King 'cause
Big L had just got
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
And fades from the Midwest Sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye
Oh, my
Born and raised eighteen years
Baptized and saved in a million beers
Nobody famous lives 'round here
And I'm okay with that
She's a drama, she's
the Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
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