glory Don't look back until the mornin'" Last night I heard a beckon at my window sayin' Wide open wide, wide open wide Wide open wide, wide open wide
south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide I've come to take outside, nah do it right here Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin
deep And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open Pulling
to Don't forget, don't nobody own shit but those two That go for friends and foes too, bitches and hoes too Don't stand there with your mouth wide open
(feat. Yaki Kadafi) [Intro: 2Pac] Soon As I Get Home, Soon As I Get Home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen trying
peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day, I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke From the
s nice And everything is love and everything is light Where Mom and Papa wait to kiss you good night Oh mighty Jesus, where is the sky? Where is that great wide open
' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
in But it's good to see your smiling face and to hear your voice again We could sleep in the twilight by the river side With a wide open country in our
hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowing, you could feel it from
ve got the fact That you give it good Your my back up And just leave it alone I'm walking from there Cause your crunk Now i'm going home To do it all
my daddy's gone Rather come home, why ya left us all alone? But I'm comin man Just wait at the gates, I'ma be runnin man Arms open, eyes wide, full a
was empty All the criminals were gone The gate was left wide open And a buck and fawn Were eating grass in the courtyard When the warden walked in And took a rifle from
(feat. Khujo Goodie, Cee-Lo) [Big Boi] Nah nah nah That's part of the That's, yeah I got ya good that time, shawty [Debra Killings] Start over again
TWA, the airway Niggas wantin' to believe what they heard through hear-say Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, it's a letter from jail, from Hoboken I open