Lyrics:
exercise do
If it's an issue I pistol whip you
Keep lettin' the pistol hit you
'Til them people wit' you
Can't recognize you
Some guys try not to die
But
Oh, Ah
I know what you want, and I know what you need.
But I'm goin' screw it up, yeah
'Cause I'm an idiot, and I'm your boyfriend, yes I am.
don't be naughty
For it's a punky reggae party
New wave, new rave
New wave, new rave
Tell you what, take a joyful sound
To make the world go 'round
Cause we won't let him break it
I don't care who with it
Its you and me against the world
Tell me those three words that
Lets me know you're still my
being here?
Who knows?
One day I hope to, once I leave this globe
But do I do it on my own time?
Or wait around until it surprises me
Like I'm diggin'
God I am a sinner
I give myself to you tonight
I really thought I could do it my self
I really thought all I needed was wealth
Going through life like I
don't be naughty
For it's a punky reggae party
New wave, new rave
New wave, new rave
Tell you what, take a joyful sound
To make the world go 'round
don't be naughty
For it's a punky reggae party
New wave, new rave
New wave, new rave
Tell you what, take a joyful sound
To make the world go 'round
out on me
Well I care but you know I chose it, I married you
I'll deal with it
He didn't choose this
Do you love who you sleep with?
Every night I go
the towers
A shower of gunshots at Sour
Prof sure could tell by the thug walk
Did you know? Here's something to crunch on
Different typo chappies that burst
the youths weh a struggle out there
Greater reward di deh fi we
We haffi make it inuh
Me haffi go fi what is mine
You haffi go fi fi you
Continue do your
Tyson
Aiming for the Lam but the drive by’s in a Camry
Gotta leave Toronto for now I’m in Miami 
Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they
death, you gotta die
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life doin' right or did life livin' dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder, I
came wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
Or do you just ride dick?
'Cause playa', I don't know you, nigga' tell me
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
Cerebellum, how you feeling? never tell em
Once you let em in they replicate and you can never ever end it
I'm like okay, fuck it, don't wanna feel nothing
Cerebellum, how you feeling? never tell em
Once you let em in they replicate and you can never ever end it
I’m like okay, fuck it, don’t wanna feel nothing
The bootlegging off of DVDs
I'm bootlegging for a TD, see
No handoff when you CC me
The whips, the women, the etc
It’s old whips for us
And I might ride for eulogy
Live from the closet, lets go
Lets go back
Let's go back started as a root inside of earth
Got my own suit to fight crime it worked
The gift that
How bad do you want it
Tell me how bad do you want it, what will you do to win
I've been working like a slave, but I run it like a king
I've been
we're heading to di promise land
Know your roots, know where you coming from (brrt, ay)
Look at me, my brother (my brother)
And tell me what you see,
we're heading to di promise land
Know your roots, know where you coming from (brrt, ay)
Look at me, my brother (my brother)
And tell me what you see,
Bitch you stay in that senate
Yeah hoe, Imma get it
Yeah bitch, Imma get it
Yeah bitch, Imma
Who are you to tell me who to be
I been making money since
ain't beatin'
Never beaten by you
It's DVD
Jennifer O'Connor:
What do you hope for?
What do you feel?
Is this a nightmare?
Or is this real?
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