'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre
C'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',
Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas
can of RAID And your all little bugs And don't tell me to not get high Cause I'm as low as I can get without kissin your ass And blowin you at the same
said move bitch, Get out my way Stay the fuck out my way or you might get blazed You ask any motherfucker whos got the chronic And there gonna tell you
Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!) Streets prounounce me dead x6 I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserruction of the dead... I could never get
is Ms Dynamite, Yeah But you tell me... Chorus: You don't have to cry You don't have to cry no more As long as you keep holding on You can damn sure
lyric, straight from the spirit You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it Welcome to the show, all come inside An' you can hear proper sound
I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit Hey little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air like you
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
of inspiration (Love him now, he lives no longer) But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back On this friend who never found his grateful
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
bitch, Get out my way Stay the fuck out my face or you might get blazed You ask any motherfucker whos got the chronic And there gonna tell you Johnny