(*talking*) Ha, S.U.C. to the motherfucking fullest Me and my nigga Trae and Duwan Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass Bitch made niggas, I got
Shara Nelson I quietly observe standing in my space Daydreaming I quietly observe standing in my space Daydreaming 3D Way that we say 'em in style
Even with my eyes closed Funny how I know it's harder, it's harder now. Young girl in my young girl days, thinking I could live for always. But like
I don't need no special things to get me high All I needs a touch of Ron to get me by I see people travelling, never make a move I don't follow my leader
They asked me how I knew My true love was true I of course replied "Something here inside Cannot be denied" They said someday you'll find All who love
Wey hey hey, baby hang on Wey hey hey, baby hang on Empty heart, beat tight as a drum set Empty love, she'd shine like a song Wey hey hey, baby hang on
My heart is longing for you, love I cared for you more then you knew Though you have broken each promise Yesterday's dreams are untrue Alone, I'll be
The places we've been to these past seven years seem so far. And the way that we came to be here, where we are, seemed so hard. And maybe I'm not in my
Same old same in this hopeless place Here in the arena of the masses Face to face with our fears and faith Who of us will rise up from the ashes Empty
So confused, all of them stood surprised For there was no hatred in His eyes Jesus knew none of them realized They were the reason He must die Though
[DJ Whoo Kid:] {Whooooooooo! } [50 Cent:] I need niggas to listen to me 'round and need you close your eyes, right? And listen to me... And shut up mansion
In my eyes You'll see The way it used to be Take a look and see The light still shines in me In my eyes In my eyes You'll see The way it used to be
tes yeux sont des lacs ou se mire le ciel avec ces archipels de nuages et d'azur tes yeux sont des jardins ou fleurir l'impossible entre une rose
Une chanson qu'on caresse, pour qu'un visage disparaisse. Fuyez douces images, fuyez douces images. La tristesse du chanteur, il la chante plus qu'il
Si je sonnais a ta porte Avec les fleurs que j'apporte Qui fanent qui fanent Si j'attendais a ta porte Avec des fleurs deja mortes L'amour
(feat. Styles P) [Akon:] Konvict, Konvict... [Styles P (Akon):] (I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get, hit with the thing, try to ride
(feat. Blast) Hook : Hey girl I see you standin next to him And i can tell you aint happy... You rather be on the side of the club Ballin' out with