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that men don't really care to know Become essential things that women find so apropos But that's a dame They're all the same It's just a game They
murda and its not a game Y'all gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun Taking income, makin bitch
blud I swear down there was five pies) I come back to the table, and the pies are all gone (Where the pies gone man?) Blud I swear, where are the pies
me All of them to get me by Take my money take my rings I'd trade It all for just three things Good friends good whiskey and good lovin' Don't you
childish dreams To get us through Deep inside me There's a yearning For true wisdom Not just learning I'd trade all my clever questions For one answer
Rally's in 'em Trades with all the valley Top chopped down like blades came through the valley Freeway Despite our history Somewhere in your nights
performing and rewriting the norm Am I born to transform or just to die and move on? Be the life that people mourn while reciting all my songs
brother's rooms glowing with trophies that shout his name But he'd trade all his high school fame For some backyard catch with his hero again But they're
all over seven times I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms I chopped
make it Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart No matter how hard I try I always make you cry Come on, baby, it's over let's face it All
We need to have a conversation I made you, why would I play you? Trade home, base four, California angel Swinging a fast bitch, foul out, betray
crazy But you never let me down, no, no That's why when the sun's up, I'm stayin' Still layin' in your bed, singin' Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Got all this time
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
man is a scrub, see She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah all my bitches love me And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci, girl, and beep me And we
Yeah! EnJay! (enjay) Fuck all you bitches (bitches) I threw a wish in the well Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell And now
All of my goons just sent me the coordinates I'm eatin' all protein to make sure I'm ready I head into town and I hit up the deli They all know my
Time of the year where I start getting slim Lights in the town all decided to dim Sensing there's something within all the wind Feel like there's
myself, got wasted again Up all night with Jack and Jim Tryna drown the thoughts running through my mind Sippin' heartbreak chase with moonshine Unholster
And designer those If anybody ask, you already know Designer everything We let the money blow Designer from my head All the way to my toes Plus we keep it trill
everything i think i wanna be, can't no other man do jack for me Chorus: You're the best of all time, you're all i want in life, every little thing just blow
lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Volles Risiko, ich brauch' mehr Scheine, Bruder Noch mehr New Jack City, noch mehr weißes Puder Mehr Hektik, mehr PS unter der Motorhaube Roten Augen,
Yeah, ay yeah yeah (Hey friend) Oh yeah, yeah yeah Hey jack (jack) Can I depend on you? Mmh My friend Can I depend on you? To watch my step
Oh yeh Versa Coca e Jack Solo quando sono fuori e cerco te Ogni volta che ti chiamo sai perché Maledetto me Solo quando sono fuori sono in me
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