Lyrics:
This huge construction project could also change the character of areas on this road forever
That's the worry at least, to people once known as 'Tin
This huge construction project could also change the character of areas on this road forever
That's the worry at least, to people once known as 'Tin
[Notorious B.I.G]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
and ears...all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin'
For my one true
Our run's our rhyme
For my
One true
Our run's our rhyme
I went from construction Timbs, to AC's with rims
Flippin' mix tapes,
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't
the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you to bend
Your eyes will see
anyone 'cause dark glasses tell no lies
"But make-up won't cover up a blackened eye"
Oh, oh, oh no
"You see, Jimmy works construction now
"But
In my dream our love was lost
I lived by luck and fate
I carried you inside of me
Prayed it wouldn't be too late
Now I'm standing on this empty
holds we'll have missed the point
That's where I need to go
No way construction of this tricky plan
Was built by other than a greater hand
With
a home
In these arms of mine
You'll never stand alone
Love is standing by
Mm-hmm
Oh, yes, it is, yes
If there's a day
When the rain should find
and lids
I'm freestyling lines that are
Dropping you dead
Your hair's the only thing coming off
The top of your head
You're still under construction
Can't be
BROTHERS IN ARMS
I'll be survived
In my own right
By my brothers in arms
In arms with me
It ain't the same without you
These days go on without you
I've never been amused by
Somehow I'm confused I don't know why
Girl, you make me wanna move
Yes you do
Is it the rhythm or your groove, girl?
I've never been amused by
Somehow I'm confused I don't know why
Girl, you make me wanna move
Yes you do
Is it the rhythm or your groove, girl?
by my bed
I watched you live your lies tonight
While in my arms you layed
Don’t die in my arms
Don’t die in my arms
Don’t die in my arms
Don’t die in
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
stuck in yesterday
Gone is the night, the day unfolds
With arms open wide, I face the break of dawn
No-one can drag me down, I cling to hope
I come alive
to find the rhythm of the waves with my hand
Before it's arm stretches and floods this castle door
Again and again and again and again and again and again
Can you feel the cold wind of destruction,
Without heart
Blowing you apart
Can you feel the warm wind of construction,
Both in your head
Until you're
fantasizing about me my love is all you need so bae come touch me on the daily
Arms to arms like hairy beyond and infinity is what we become to be Lamborghini
been the one to call
I'm feeling wonderful
Always been the one to fall
Fall right in your arms
So I look up at the stars
Feel the pain that's in my heart
construction,
Taught you how to function, perfection (oh)
Took you to the galas, you loved it
I seen you catch your eye on to something,
Tell her that this
was God's construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools
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