don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait, you wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you try to
you don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait You wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you try
a few lines, and I show it for her to see Well she takes a napkin and throws it back And says "that don't look a thing like me!" I said, "Oh, kind
a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here. And I will throw away this wrinkled map and
, because a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come, and we'll finally know the way out of here. And I'll throw away this wrinkled map, my
't admit when they've made a mistake while poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows he don't have to say it so it don't bother him. Honesty
a ten. Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him. "Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling
to the west It just don't stop So to all my real g's, throw them up high To all the ballers that have the corks of Crystal, let it fly That's how we live
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a
fuckin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it
ALL! Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW! [The Game] Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it
done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you
