salvation, if she'd danced on her dreams. But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow 'Cos tonight she's gonna blow it all away Lord, she feels
can stop all that FIENDIN' With your damn SCHEMIN' You're Christopher Williams cause you must be DREAMIN' Wake up and escape And while you're at it why don't you throw away
worst year of my life I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die So could you please, could you please, could you please Grow out your hair? William
he been known to get out of his mind Don't know whether he's right or wrong He's got a string of hits about two miles long Why don't you leave that boy
in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim He hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith It's like the same difference 'cept when **** get arraigned They don't want the same sentence, **** get
You don't get your way By giving it away You don't get your way By giving it away You don't get your way By giving it away You don't get your way By giving
when i don't look The more that i will you The less it hurts inside Time on my own is like cool fresh air After summer sunlight You fade away Beautifully
from the black cloud. [Joe Budden - Verse 2] I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very
What do you want from life? To kidnap an heiress Or threaten her with a knife? What do you want from life? To get cable TV And watch it every night
's funny, but buddy, Allah don't like ugly "Who is, the man?" - sample [Reverend William Burke] Bust back and clap, or get ya wig cracked, in fact
didn't want to get talked about He shouldn'ta stepped in the fuckin ring If Tyson don't want to get knocked out He don't step in the fuckin ring, that
things 50 President of the New York sending the game My car in the garage continue nigga Falling desires, you out of the game, get a liquor [talking] Yeahhh! Don
bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep
lose. Bird's saxaphone, it just don't seem right Now, I feel like Hank Williams toight. Lately I've been thinkin', I just might quit drinkin'. Now I don
don't wanna bang with me, yeah And you know I brought my gang with me, okay Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me Yo yo, if they want it, cowards get
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the God two way number It'll be hard to get
here, See I can't get my end away, Another ordinary day, And I'd love to see a little more of you, Your clothes would look better on my bedroom floor...bedroom floor. Don