kill or buy you a ring... aint love a funny thing? I knew there was something wrong, i was just to scared to say it I knew one day you would finally
do is wrong (Well I was doin? the same things) Selling out so that you know it all feels the same (Well I was doin? the same thing.) My whole life you
cause I feel the same It's just some things that ain't never supposed to change Like when Nicky Bournes switched the name on the blue magic For no reason
the hamburger. Oh, that was good . . . But, I don't know, twelve years marriage, you get tired of the same thing. But I don't know, I can try it again
want to be a postar! SIT BACK DOWN..!!" But never the less, i quit went ahead and progressed, had my eyes on a goal and wouldn't settle for less What
my mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing
Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things
not. I'm a one man clan, one man band, just gi'mme one mic and one mic stand, one guitar for me to strum with my right hand. The same right hand that
DICK and out my KINGDOM (Yo yo D tell em where you're from) Straight from Hollis, Queens I'm still eatin collard greens and I'm doin the same things I
motherfuckers tryin' to do What you're doin' right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin' to claim worldwide And ain't traveled but one mile In
ever niggaz standin we leave them These niggaz really thinkin we need them (ah motherfuckas yea) Like my man Sig. ain't the reason nigga please its a PA thing
's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game things'll never be the same
Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty
one's clever This one's free but it's your favorite I hate more's the pity Lined up in a row Like little dolls, like bungalows The reasons look the same
However you look at things they do change It's not the same conversation It's not the way that it was There'll be one less tear tomorrow There'll be one less
