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learn too) Life cant get better than.... Moving on, its easy being strong Inform me i was wrong, forgive me i am sorry If you'll just let go, and just hold on
Rihanna] On the first page of our story the future seemed so bright then this thing turned out so evil I don?t know why I?m still surprised even angels
birds turn the tables on they squad Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car Cause they all become nondescript When something bright is on your
green In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these In a size 56 Phillies In Jersey I got the Nets on That you can bet on In D.C. I couldnt
war I should have put this flame out years ago but you burnt my house down And I wont move And as I stand here alone in this dust I've got nothing left to lose
with a fresh pair of shoes Whole bunch of stories for the neighborhood kids Tell em to believe that we makin it big And I know That life is nothing easy (nothing
ma mouth* Put me on stage infront of a crowd Now we're picking up awards while he's under the ground My Daddy this and my Daddy that Well i found mine dead on
all their moves Oh Girl... While all the guys are lookin Then I got my eye on you Only you You might think you're nothing special You might be
sorrow When there is nothing left to prove Nothing left to lose Unbuckle yourself and lace up you shoes Now we a-move into water Gold, it alright There is nothing
and calypsos have got nothing on Real country music that just drives along Move it Stamp, clap your hands Move it Stamp, clap your hands Move it Stamp, clap your hands Move
moving and tryna get out, I don't know how to move on, Where I went wrong, I wish I could live with no fear, So down and out, I'll keep it moving and
I was just another nothing ass nigga But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time Right before I let my Z-Ro haters, see me lose my mind It's a different
Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C. Cause in the Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads Cause our cars, be running and haunting Bitches lose
if you step on my wing tipped shoe Cause I'ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is) [Papa Reu] Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band 20 inch rims, on
my hand For trying to copy my style of life, pretending like they from my block While I survive on willing to live while they depend on mom and pops Before you make your move
get my pimp on, pimp on When a nigga be hustling on them corners Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a nigga be moving marijuana Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes, Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the
