When we were in our youth We had dreams that we could fly We had friends that weren't visible And love that never died And as we grow old and felt the
I've got these habits that I cannot I've got these habits that I can't I've got these habits that I cannot break I found life out on the weekdays When
stack that cheese You got rich n g shits still a part of you 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the rugged crew 'Cause breakin' old habits
habits, nasty habits Makes me want to scream and shout, life would be so dull without Nasty habits, nasty habits All those naughty little things that we don't discuss publicly Nasty habits
the game Bad habits, bad habits die hard, yeah yeah Bad habits, bad habits die hard I know I got a lot of bad habits, bad habits die hard Everybody's got bad habits, bad habits
Im not the only one Im not the only one I know what your thinking Honestly,your carefree Life on weekends is starting to tear us apart Honestly
habits mean a lot So you go your way and I'll go mine Maybe someday our paths will re-entwine I used to say, "I love you" one day I forgot Silly habits
rooms Strange faces and your place can't keep away the gloom Old habits die hard now that you're gone Old habits die hard Old habits like being true
habits Bad habits You chase all the women Coloured and white You steal from your mother Do you think that's right? You got bad habits Bad habits You
Old habits die hard And old soldiers just fade away Old habits die hard Harder than November rain Old habits die hard And old soldiers just fade away Old habits
neighborhood's a shooting gallery Because of crack dealing scum Another kid blown away Thirteen years young What's your pleasure, what drugs did you do today? Because of your habit
ooh.... ooooh.. tengo ganas de verte muy cerca y te vine a buscar ya se bien que perdia perdida y se bien que olvidaste mi amor pero tuve ganas de verte
Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction
This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back With the type of stuff they bumpin' six-duce's and Cadillac
Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole
[Ives] Somebody said that there was bud here I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here You know that if I had some herbals you know that I
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance
I once heard a man say, "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle