their kids are using Now some people think this business is all fame and glory But there's a flip side to that truth so let me kick my story It took me oh so long
when you tell 'em where you live Say "shh...", say "shh.." And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids Say "shh...", say "shh.." If you'
music 'till it can't breathe. On it's whole, words are the life support. Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless. Without me I'm just
list goes on and on and on and on I go to dapper dan or bennaton Hey hey, I got some shoutouts, I know you all bought my new album I know everybody
welcome to the stage Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn, bullshit I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits Call me Necor, set
let me down But you're the one that always turns me on You keep me comin' 'round I know her love is true But it's so damn easy makin' love to you I
think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know
cried as you walked out the door I don't love you anymore Trouble is I don't love you any less I don't love you anymore... Trouble is I don't love you
chicken and flip it as long as I live And if there's beef on the menu I'll cook it at 50 degrees (?) You hot I'll put you on freeze You know who I'm
I do love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, it's game time Do you take this here as your lovely wife To love her and cherish
air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em! They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these horns on 'em! (yeah!) You fall on morning - before it start
You're bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep
with you has got me feeling oh so k.d. lang I think you're right about the New Kids on the Block And I agree now Billy Joel does not rock Wish I could tell you
-touchy You're bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you
all my jewels froze As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows You know me nigga [Chorus] [Verse Three: Young Buck] Half of these kids never
wear ya new shit Cause you ain't ready to brawl man I bump you, and you ain't even do shit You can smell the assault as soon as you see me Stuntin' mega
niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin Stick up kids
goal but i keep on going, i keep on going (he keeps on going....in the background) i keep on going on!! (he keeps on going echo) Jill Scott hey mighty