(lil wayne sample) Real niggas fuck wit me, Real niggas fuck wit me, Real niggas fuck wit me And I don't give a fuck who don't. (repeat x3) (wale) Yeah
Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin' somewhere
I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And she's takin' almost all that I've got But if you want, I'll try to
I?ve been bought and sold I?ve been hung upside down So you can hear me breathing Do you think it?s easy I?ve been aching all through summer I?ve been
I'm not a stranger, no, I am yours With crippled anger and tears that still drip sore A fragile frame aged with misery And when our eyes meet I know you
One crazy less than life Ready made and easily broken Much smaller than my eyes Barely open, hardly chosen So much mine Not long and I will have you go
First verse: I woke up quick, at around two Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw Boys out there, makin' them tapes Separate the real niggas from the
Take your scissors and take your time And cut along the dotted line And follow closely my design For I want to be what I'm cut out to be Give me kisses
[Chorus] Whim Wham, Thank Ya Mam (aye) wont mind of top cut the check dun dun dun did it wats next cut the check Dope Boy/Rapper/Exec Cut The Check I
I made it And now there's no turning back I know there's no depth you wouldn't sink for the chance I'm sorry, boy I'm not cut for this no more You came
Hey, knuckle-nicks I'll tell you: It's helping I'll tell you: You're doing the right thing I can see you're used And I don't know where you've been But
Sometimes old habits die hard And I don't know how I've managed To live like this but I have It?s a lust for the spur of the moment It makes me content
(Jean-Paul Maunick / Dominic Oakenfull) It's July but it's winter in your mind You've been down but never quite this way before It's a crime to watch
Shary: If there's a task that must be done, Don't turn your tail and run, Don't pout, don't sob, Just do a half-assed job! If... you... cut every
[VERSE 1] I'm not a stranger, no I am yours. With crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore. A fragile frame aged with misery. And when our eyes
Tell me that you want to dance I want to feel your pulse on mine Just treat me like a stolen glance To yourself A dark shape on a golden floor A sleeping
Noticed the way you cut and move kind of reminds me Of back in the day caught in my room running from myself Digging for lights inside the hole of my
Just a mother and sons livin' under the gun Bruises on their backs were just another Sign of the push and the shove and the lack of the love On the side