Lyrics:
can't get it with cha
I pray to God you never let the little
Things in life distract you from the bigger picture
Everybody in the city to me like
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me 'cause I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
she tried to reach the food,
all of it disappeared.
The second match also went out.
The little match girl again lit a match.
Now, she was under
a huge
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
In the night
I'm awake
Keeping busy
Sleeping late
That's the time
That's the time
I need you most
By my side
In the night time
Through
Oh, ten little, nine little, eight little surfer girls
Seven little, six little, five little surfer girls
Four little, three little, two little
begin
Or where we end
The first step's got me lying on the floor
By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door
Three, I put my life in your
Imagine being in a tiny quiet little pocket of a park
Right here, in the middle of the busy, noisy East 50's
A part that's simple and pretty
That
milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin'
Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin'
How niggas could try to act like they really them foul
you turn around and a months gone by
And you realize you haven't cried
I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer
I'm busy
, people, people, people
People passing by, people passing by they're all just passing by.
Oh.... The little girl is crying (she's crying, crying…)
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
I'm forever struck
By the people in this town
And the way they go about their world
Have they given up
All the fun they used to have in adolescent
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
I'm the only guy in town
I love, little girls
They make me feel so good
They don't care if I'm a one-way mirror
They're not frightened by my
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five,
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
called satisfied
Busy people walking by
Can't help but worry some
With so many things to do
So little love gets done
Empty hearts everywhere
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
Susan, the truth is
Sipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight
Seriously, terror advances so
Sorry if you
I was a little boy, living in the void
I was never joyed
World destroyed before it began
Never had a man
Never had a figure to hold my hand with
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