Lyrics:
two weeks
Went back to the regular doctors and they said
"Huh, damn, looks like we don't need to proceed"
That's how I know that western medicine
Chiraq, we don't need a .38
Just two young G's, one Nike pouch and his little blade
And if you live that day, give thanks to your God
'Cause there
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
and I'm there I'm Big Bank Hank
I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, uh, don't stop
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
through me
I know that I don't want you by my side
But my heart longs for you truly
Maybe we just need some time
I had you, I lost you
Now we're two pieces
ya, blood coughin
Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Young heart.... sweet dreams, cuddles tight
Future's looking good the morning looks bright
When Darkness comes don't want to go out
Don't want
swear, I'll never do you wrong
Hand in hand, heart to heart
Nothing in the world could separate the two
And even though you've only known that person
Low
Oh, no
Don't me up on the Myspace flippin' out
Trippin' with strippers you think I'm digging out
Me sayin' that "I'll never be taken by
hands,
I live to be your man
We're made to be together
So baby no, no don't go, don't go
Girl if you don't know
I'll give my heart I'll give my soul for
two
I got a story to tell
Mic check one two one two
Was brought up by my mama
Apartments full of drama
I woke every morning
To the smell of marijuana
two
I got a story to tell
Mic check one two one two
Was brought up by my mama
Apartments full of drama
I woke every morning
To the smell of marijuana
go)
With these hands i'll know (Let it show)
What these hands now hold (Let it go)
With one hand don't go (Let it go)
With one hand dies slow (Let it
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
ready for it
Two hands in the air if you working for it
Two hands I the air if you working for it
Don't stop don't stop believing
Don't stop don't stop
was just on tour, nigga
I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
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