see you again Hunny its now or never I'm never hearing everything When we are on the phone And you are always asking "Are you sure you were listening?" You
that nigga [talking over the chorus: T.I.] Yeah, so You already know, Hey I'm the hottest nigga you done heard in a long time Introducing you to the hottest nigga you
to have these seeds that you can't feed And these blocks full of rookies that you can't bleed 20/20 vision clear day, but you can't see That you can'
it to make me have to push up on you To see if we have anything in common, you see I like to smoke marijuana Would you be interested in smoking a square
you to death But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91 So brother come with me, and die slow I hate you to death, but yet I loved you
all you fellas, the kind she understands) (Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more) (Listen all you fellas, you betta listen) (you
you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. And You And I I. Cord Of Life Anderson/Bruford
musically [Talib Kweli] Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!! I walked in and they stared, see how they screwin me Break you down, til you ain't the man you used to
you walk, please, won't you do that dance [Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby [together] And
way you walk, please, won't you do that dance [Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby [together]
nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock Knock, you can't see me, labels you can't sign me You
you walk, please, won't you do that dance MosI like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby And everybody on
stuck in another prison When you see it, you better acknowledge your all swords Blaze the green hundred fours, pull out on you, blew you for the cause
Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me I blow your
your skin You scream, portraits of inflictable pain You can't stand, you're up to your hands in quick sand You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth
But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath Mixed with a lot of thought, the Santana, Robb report I bring you more than just music I bring you
shit all day, all night Can you give me White Shining bright White, yeah Kiss the earth, said Mamma, said white Earth motherfucker said white Aoaw Ooh
But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly approaches the window "Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more I was the one