the piano I never played But you left with something so much more You walked out of my front door I'll let this out, sing it loud I'll scream it out
by the ocean waves The cigarette smoke that fills the air This is what I live for This is what I live for Yea this is what we live for This is what we
My hands beg the question, My tongue has failed to mention And I'll keep you breaking promises With each every kiss Keep this quiet don't let yourself
us. This is the craze only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss of control. This is the break in the battle. This is the closest of calls. This
bitch) this ain't no game that I'm playin Understand what I'm sayin leave you layin in the sand Keep my dick up out'cha mouth and do the sayin with my
fuck out nikka Haaa! [Verse 1: Ya Boy] You betta ask around (Chyea!), my niggas packin' pounds I used to play wit waterguns, now I'm packin' rachets pow (Brraatt!) We keep
of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear, listen
Home, Soon As I Get Home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen trying to pay my debt for all my sins See this penitentiary
worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watching the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you
worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo Watchin the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child Raised in this
the judge Got a homie that'll buy me out Str8 love Keep my finger on my mac man The crack game Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game Bury me a
ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest
of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watching the whole world move in slow-mo For quiet times disappear
(Let him in. Bobby you be quiet out there) yeah don't fear mere words cuz if it takes a word to ruin ya you should have already heard you're finished
be giving me the eye I'm giving her a call Then it's back to the suites Next week the Taj mahal Every day is like a sweet stick Pick out what you want
