, but neither will I do. This pain can never be erased, only buried. So take your disease, rot away. Because what once was a soul? You're just another number
Esse lugar, ja nao me faz lembrar Dos momentos que esperei, dos segundos que perdi Se o ar, que eu quero respirar, nao vai me fazer bem Prefiro ficar
Intro: [Nas] & (Timbaland) (What?) ever been in love? (c'mon) Yeah... are you ready? (uhh) for somethin real? (Say what?) 'cause it can't be fake This
With one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. But five or six bring you out to the car. Number nine with my head on
one" "I'm the one" "Oh, no, no" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" [Bobby Bland:] "Oh, no, no, baby" [Verse 1: Baby Bash] It's the numero Uno, number
's gave Dedicated, determined, dependable So I admit it myself Yes I committed myself to the game Don't be letting them tell you them lies We make the industry real when it's fake
they tryna swap identities Empty refrigerators all I see up in my memory Now I'm in the club with complimentary Hennessy But this a jungle so you hear the snakes slitherin' These niggas fake
all niggas better stop playin with me Y?all know ya aint bout that life ?SOUL tape? niiiccee [Chorus] I?m callin them out I got they phone numbers (x
[feat. Trey Songz] [Intro: Fabolous] I wanna be your number 1 fan, but from the stage Know it's hard to see way up in the stands I understand, but
a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake Only jail cats, and niggas going
she gave me brain My pimp game's the same don't forget the name And when chicks peep the chain they just can't restrain Shorty don't try to fake it,
Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a
tell, the King has risen 2010 Thriller, there?s nothing iller, it?s killer there vision, the missin? the pack, this is that, this the bomb, ring the alarm MJ number
get none from me Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone Matta fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of my fake ass homeboys
sagging creases to find a hoe Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself About having something to do with trying to riddle my number
promise it be hard, but I'm still holding down the name We the team and now the Click, is number one in the Dirty South We them street, them other niggas faking
S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster With
