I've been cheated by you since I don't know when. So I?ve made up my mind, it must come to an end. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how
move your feet To the beat that I am layin? down tonight. What are you runnin? from just give up a little one and it is what I?m gunnin? for- just one last
And I swear that I have had enough. With each line, they keep on lining up. Just a little bit of my time, on my terms inside. It locks itself out from
she whispered, "This the last time. Goodbye." [Chorus - Duffy] When I get to Warwick Avenue I'll tell you baby that we're through I'm leaving you for the last
avenue) (On my motherfucking block) But on our block we still praaayyy But on our block we still praaayyy [Verse 4] And block parties in the, projects Lasting
the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz
Finders keepers losers weep Down on 42nd Street Bare-foot children cryin' my-oh-my I watched you on the avenue While other men were having you I think
time I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin
on Eldridge Avenue Each night I wait to get caught But I never do She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote When our love was young and bold She said last
last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue at the last possible
tickled pink. Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew We can't enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous... Of each other's wealth
know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved by so many other motherfuckers
it fi run inna bundle let it go a rema let it go dung a jungle dung a garden need fi water right down to the dirt when last you touch a maverlywhen last
[Kon Artis] You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober cuz Bugz is a soldier Beat that ass
my back tryin' to keep a nigga down, I'm cryin' out for help, but help ain't nowhere to be found, So what can I do? Pursue other avenues to get revenues
?! You get stuck! Buck buck!! Shot to ring out Turned down, life, a cheap Christ, streetlife Mic's, my device in this street life [Verse Two] I see Darryl on the other
