I lost faith, I lost respect; I think I need to get this off of my chest I?ve said it before, I?ll say it again; we?ve gotta work this out 17 and living
I wanna hear We got time to kill but not all year When summer ends your leaving for home So just keep smiling and I?ll keep trying To light this but the spark is dying out
wake up next to me Beneath it all you keep me young but if I hold my breath I can see it?s done Lights out, lights out across this town; lights out tonight
you?ve got to learn how to fly It?s a small step for you but a giant leap for mankind I know what you used to do; what was I thinking? I?ve got the list of other
You are the sun; so bright and filled with compassion Need me to be someone that you can confide in So rise with the sky; allow me to follow you where
throw the drop, kick the lock off dump 'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying When they move that
, we goin' all out Nigga [chorus - 2X] fool, you better go all out keep goin' all out all my niggaz goin' all out without a muthafuckin' doubt [EDI
crazy but this is what you gave me amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress moved out west
bring conversation, you should know what I'm about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood, out the drama, out the Bentley Azure Out
make every other week feel like Mardi Gras When I get into it, I get into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, till the sun come out
I think about MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue Even though I moved out the mound I'm
song sing out." [Woman] Who's this? Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes wit' my sawed-off shotgun. [Krayzie] "Come on out right now I'm
us together Objects we move with our minds Coat Check and I lost the number Short sleeves in the winter, fell back through the other side Out in the West
Kweli, Mighty Def, and that's 'sta on the guest lock Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock Now roll out niggaz, my hometown niggaz I get
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts and watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious (Watch out