I wanna ride on the rhythm And groove to that nasty funky beat And when it pumps I go crazy I'm gonna make you get on up and move your feet 'Cause when
I found myself In a cross condition Maybe it was her Maybe it was me Somethin's wrong There was somethin' missin' I couldn't stand to stay So I had to
The whole world was sleeping And I was there You could just sense This feeling in the air Like no one's words were good enough To define what we feared
Just forget what you cannot replace This sweet day is almost weightless and new So I talk but no one can relate To the fear I had when I was younger Somehow
The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never
It's not too pretty, it's such a shame These things always end the same You don't deserve just what you'll get But you ain't learnt your lesson yet So
I thought that a love that was true'd never die That nothing could keep us apart We promised to ever be faithful and true We promised and we crossed our
I went out walking the other day Seen a little girl crying along the way She'd been hurt so bad said she'd never love again Someday your crying girl
When life reaches out and takes you on an unpleasent ride And your bridge of dreams comes tumblin' down Don't let your bed of sorrow ever conquer your
Came into my life, a stranger You captured my heart Now I've got to face the danger I'm ready to start Thought that I could make it on my own, all alone
He?s a rebel and a runner He?s a signal turning green He?s a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He?s got a problem with his poisons
Everybody let's go Hearts of stone will never never break for the love you give they just won't take You can ask them please please please please break
Feel the rush Feel the rush Feel the rush Yeah, I do this shit for real (You get Chuck D'd, 'Shut the Fuck down') Ain't no games being played (Remember
Yeah, yeah, I'm a every day walk my dogs Like a motherfuckin gangsta; gun toaster, slash pranksta In the 7 on Dalvins with Cash, we be mashin To the club
Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard
[Intro: Method Man] oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On mutha What? Muthafucka that's Right, All Day, All Night come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And to
Yeah, tired of all this shit God Channel you wanna come out? Niggas betta respect this shit I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin' real lame Same
There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw