wanna Get all up inside of truth I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready, ready for love I know what to do I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready, ready
ready now, think im ready ready for love i know what to do i think im ready now, think im ready ready for love you know what to do i think im ready
Traduction: Truth Hurts. Ready Now.
how the tears fall Water, seeds they grow to be the strength in me 'Cause I'm finally at the point (hey) Where I'm ready for the truth (hey, hey, hey)
Take one Not a day goes by That he don't ring my phone In a second, in a minute He'll have this whole room spinning And he keeps me so high He has to
(Chorus) I think im ready now, think im ready ready for love i know what to do i think im ready now, think im ready ready for love you know what to
it, but then I wonder why the damn police don't do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah it's crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now
heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And even
they get the gas smack cracks out my gun ball Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes Cause money makes Earth what it's working hurt Doing
want? Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You
suspects it's a job offer. Eddie and Mrs. Brice fantasize as they help Fanny get ready for this interview: [Mrs. Brice:] Eddie, the Ziegfeld Follies! Now
we got nothin' but heart...(Bone Thugs) Now who was the niggas that come to my side when its about murder My niggas...my niggas'll hurt ya ya better believe
Pop Princess -now Queen of Pop, has a special announcement she will like to make.." [Talking] You're in... I think I'm ready for my close up.. Yeah [
cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now
real sharp-shooter now If he's out there hiding in the tall grass Tell him I said he was a coward This ain't any old western honey It's the twentieth century now
i had a back pack of six sketches like that, and over time people started to see the pictures that i made, made alot of scence to me, but it never ready
