on you're making a scene and waking up in the bathroom well is this living your dream? cause that's not how it seems you're terrified of your own life
last time our eyes fail to meet When the tides change And our lives rearrange Will blame be cast to sea? I was distracted By glints on the surface of life
one's hand Comes close To grasping mine but I I'll take my heartache and I'll turn it to gold Cause love can't be The only way to make me whole Life is
Driving home tonight Under this big city skyline The dashboard lights Loom as empty as my Sense of purpose Is it worth this? To follow your dreams And
Have some faith My conscience seems to say Cause too little sleep and too many dreams Have made me feel this way And I pegged you wrong from the start
start being good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life
plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Bitch quit talkin back [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Now walk the track
Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely On the blood-soaked fast track that
, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party
and if the dance vibe best, there's a dance vibe best, then he can swerve. And servin' enemies, seeks on the side of the chimmeny trees, see a track to
every level Living your life, day and night, getting stoned You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? Up all night, under the party lights Finger popping and party
in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life fast
leavin' caps in your back fool I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm party arty so hit
lot of dough So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Bitch quit talkin back [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Now walk the track [Kon
Are you kidding? [Reporter] What's your statement? [Billy Flynn] All I'd say is Though my choo-choo jumped the track I'd give my life to bring him back
shot him Never gave a fuck about his family cryin' Bottom line, better his than mine You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast I throw a search party
ninja Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real War, four score with a hundred raw niggas You wanna play the game of life and throw his life
