And all that?s left is regret and you deserve just what you get what?s left 6 years later i look into your eyes with total disgust who have you become
Under the sidewalk, down in the dirt She lies like an angel draped in rags Skin pale as marble, no light reflects Except for her eyes they sigh regret
and now your time is done abuse me while you still have the chance drain me of the nothing i have left and in this world of unlimited greed all you want is
done? The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes All aware one of them will die My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief The tradition is
look, can bring about a man's demise And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
(feat. Mike Shorey) [Fabolous:] uh feels good If it feels good don't even fight it man You know? Yeah man Real Talk Of New York [Verse 1: Fabolous]
Your confirmation of love for me you captured my soul, would made me feel whole What we got is good we gotta keep a hold on it Our obligation to love is
so what the deal is So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me Mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred Cut in half is two-
step out of line [Verse 2] You stood me up and I understand But on the other hand I don't understand why you got other plans Is it another man? Just
do what they wanna do The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white We don't
me today Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation The hood is on fire, other
man how real is that matter of fact I think they wanna see me dead and gone and me strugglin they don't wanna Z-Ro happy because his friend is 'lone'
vanity is filled with flowers You better be careful of its hypnotic powers While the road to truth is long and full if distress But if you make it through
gone flip some new s**t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five
the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my
the matter is they don't give a fuck about you Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) No including yourself All you want is what they perceiving
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine [slowed
