CHORUS When it?s time to go You?ve got to let Me go away and face the world Say goodbye, cry some tears, but don?t worry When I hit the city I?ll build
Traduction: 4Him. Quand Il est temps d'aller.
s tender heart Might crumble to the ground Though they?d understand He felt like saying CHORUS When it?s time to go You?ve got to let Me go away and
x4: Rihanna (TuPac)] We Ride (I'm a straight rider) when we ride we ride It's 'til the day that we die When we ride we ride It's 'til the day that we
know who I am? When just the other day you was callin? me your man Aaliyah: Well I can?t lie, I guess it?s time that I, I? (Ooh yeah) Tell You Both Bye, Bye! Chorus 4
, there's nothing I wouldn't give. "They never hit their brakes..." "There was no time to see..." "He just ran out in the street..." "Does anybody know his name?" "I think I recognize him
it's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto! [Verse - Fabolous
want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear
is what you make it I guess I never really knew would I coulda had till I made it Now I'm spending every penny even though they tel me save it The same time
, baby let's go) [Verse 4: Jay Lyriq] A go getta... that's what they call me Do be mad at him that's why they call it(hello) They want a little taste
want to see me shining I know you want to have what I got But I've been hustling handling my bussiness it's my time wether you like it or not Just stay
feddy, it's the season to ball [Hook:] This one for my gangstas, rolling on 4's Sipping promethazyne, and blowing on dro Trying to make it in this game
gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it Everybody
I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy
85 percent, of nobody's time So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one It's multiple homicide, if I
, play me for a hoe Pulled out my 4-4, and I just bust Nan nigga nan bitch, will I ever trust Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin I don't love shit
