is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you "The Blueprint" birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious Young cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two
a woman's lies makes a life like mine On the day we met, I went astray I started rolling down this lost highway I was just a lad, nearly twenty two Neither good
Walsh) Well I been drinkin' again And I know it's a sin But I just can't refuse an old friend Cause life is gettin' me down And I been two times around
better donald duck like a shooting range target i get all kinda bucks be my shooting range target nigga i got good luck nigga bye bye good luck
the code can say [Lupe Fiasco:] Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together Fire like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather Superman with two
what we seeing in the cinemas [Chorus:] Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture It's good to be alive It's good to be alive Nobody is an
town to your town We on top no stopping us now We got patron to ballers two steppin Ladies on the float and all in two steppin From Malay to Harlem two
Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little busy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good
dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life
Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave dollars and cents- A fugitive with two attempts Jakes
Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!!!) Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter
in to the super Mercado Cop the Cuban bootleg compay Segundo Gon' barbeque, ya know ill kebab Only this time, no blues brotha The vibe is Cuba Give twenties
acerbic). Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects . . . CARLOTTA My manager commands . . . M. Reyer? REYER My diva commands. Will two bars be sufficient introduction? FIRMIN Two
bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months Can't live life slingin
tell it how it might be {Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.} We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two
belongs to you. And ev'rything you want belongs to me! And ev' rything you need belongs to me! Life has no shape or form And no design. It isn't life
written by: Richard Marx Twenty four and he believes for Sure he's got it made Fame is here for good and Looks will never fade He doesn't know The