got nothing to say I don't want to fight Me and... got nothing to say Where were you last night You think I am gonna tell you? I got nothing to say Girl
nothing to say I don't want to fight Me and... got nothing to say Where were you last night You think I am gonna tell you? I got nothing to say Girl
selfish let's go [Chorus:] I was wrong you are right Boy I got nothing to say I don't want to fight Me and... got nothing to say Where were you last
Si mes idees se colorent d'espoir Que mon coeur reste humble Et ton nom reste grave sur ma peau Comme une histoire sans fin Et si je pars avec la moitie
(feat. Eve) [Verse 1: Alicia Keys] When I wake up in the morning babe Can't believe my eyes Say there's little part of destiny Oh yeah Cause you are
Every minute a child dies by this disease In record numbers indeed Got momma's crying out please My baby hold on My child ain't done nothing wrong Still
a child dies by this disease In record numbers indeed Your momma's crying out please My baby hold on My child ain't done nothing wrong Still I want
(feat. Truth Hurts) [Verse One: Eve] You can love Eve, hate Eve, I don't care Cop my shit, dog, play this here Come through, ride out, bitch like me
at We going to get that nigga X aight well keep saying that Eve I wish you the best and I'll always love you (what) Never hear me say FUCK YOU because
, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo When I say Eve, y'all say eve Eve (Eve) Eve (Eve) When I say Eve, y'all say eve Eve (Eve) Eve (Eve) When I say Rough, y'all say
be dressed up right She spits mean. . . God definitely blessed her right We can all buy diamonds and furs nothing to tell We can all buy the mall with nothing
get 'round Got enough stress on my brain, size of stress from you dames And I aint even stressin no names Cuz I'm different, nothin like you bratty chicks bitchin Nothing
of music and eating meat, you'll never . . . Aynsley: I say . . . I say . . . Guy From Alabama: (unintelligible shouting) Aynsley: I say, old boy, you
think they came to see? The protege of the D R E, You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me, And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve, Got
in the World that can compare, Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh come on, come, yeah, [Chorus] In New York, Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, Theres nothing
