fly" Only two things in the world I love That's rock 'n' roll and my turtle dove When I was a young man I needed good luck But I'm a little bit older
out on the losin' end But I talked to a man last night, Gonna do a little favor for him. Well, everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything
don't love me anymore These times are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined And people filled with rage We all need a little tenderness, how can love survive In such a
and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood, mixed with One fifty-one, one sip'll make a **** flip
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
When I start movin', you see a blur Get hooked on me, baby, there ain't no cure I've always been able to laugh at fate Two brown eyes filled with hate
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named
' to make buck Wearin' feather boas with sequins and chiffon While I'm drivin' a truck with my high heels on I'm drivin' a truck Drivin' a truck Got a
a slidin' working booty left to right she's got skillz she can work it to the left work it to the right she wants to get a little freaky tonight
of this That my life tries to discourage me with. With a little luck will I find you And if I do it is you who'll make my dreams come true Just a little
daily recruitin' there's a tough law Everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bottle And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it
little nigga when he was just a young lad Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast 'Cause shorty wanted to be a thug, runnin'
to bangs, nigga insanes Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture Just might killa, got a
fuck up Steady callin' his shots, but steady leavin' a trail So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
flick of a switch And you are alone in the dark with a bruised broken heart And if i knew that this could be A total catastrophe I properly would have told you a little
the air, good look is everywhere Can almost touch it with my hands Just a little luck tonight Will do and dreams come true Just a little luck tonight
before you get blown away You know where I come from The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dum dum A jail cell a pine box and brothers is