Lyrics:
by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room
To whom ever this letter may concern
When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit
You
a chance
Don't love by chance
War machine montana
A baby boy and more
Give love a chance
Give love a chance
A chance to grow
Yeah yeah yeah
Don't love by
let it end this way
Girl, give me one more chance
Please take me back again
I tried to deny all the love I have inside
By runnin' away from
and the time it took
To peel yourself and finally get a chance to look
I would lose the battle if I played it by the books
See I work for myself I don't take no
Williams
And I know my chances are still one in a million
But it’s my life
It’s what I love
It showed me who I am
And what I’m made of
See its more than just
'm a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be afraid but I
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
Tom Williams was finally laid to rest
By his friends, family, and former comrades
On the nineteenth of January
In the year 2000
And now lies at peace in
Something
Weighing on your
Mind
You need
To seek
cnswers
cnd Define
What the
Outcome
By all means
Chances you have
To decide
To put them drinks
the piss and moaners
Who were calling me away from my work
Another rainy day is in the books
I got ripped off by a girl with rodent looks
She said she was
I put my bets on you 'cause nothin's by chance
I started off in my apartment
Me abd T-dot in the kitchen
I was workin' on the beats and he was
Nelson Algren came to Paddy at some party at the Dead End Alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate
And I met William Butler Yeats, Sunday night
This ya first chance
This ya last chance
Nigga only gettin 1
Me and 2 woes
3blunts
Check, check, check, check
And like 4 Guns
Who want what
Who
If I
the building once we in the mix ... My crusifix on top of ... What the gods made d Williams habitual bud popper ..
Dump the guts and then I fill em in ... Make
the building once we in the mix ... My crusifix on top of ... What the gods made d Williams habitual bud popper ..
Dump the guts and then I fill em in ... Make
gates, and let his cattle out
And just for a laugh drive back by again
Well I guess he finally got tired of all of our shit, the day he came running out
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I
For the millionth time askin' me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe?
off ya whole spot
Let a clip off and more shots
Niggas love Big Poppa, they wish Big around
Cuz I don't let them eat I
Lay my muscle game down
Imagine
The royals the spoils the pain will not get me
I'm tested like Ricky bitch I'm tryna ball
I want the smoke like I'm Williams dawg
More free than Willie the pen
hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Young Hova in the house Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I wear more bling
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I
[Intro: will.i.am] (Dante)
You're sumthin' special baby (you're sumthin' special)
You're my special lady (you're very special)
You're so incredible
.jpg/300px-One_More_Girl_2014_(2).jpg "One More Girl")
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