a gift to be free Tis a gift to come down Where I wanna be Liza: Oh, turning, turning, Chorus: Turning, turning Liza: Turning turning, whoa Chorus: Turning, turning Liza: Turning, turning, whoa Chorus: Turning
the fun of it Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in it Wanna be a part of a clique, don't know who's running it Tragedy on top
You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking
't have long to live I'd appreciate the time we've shared And I won't want you to shed a tear If the road was coming to an end And I couldn't turn this
to man: Promise. promise of a better day, promise of a greater hope, promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura, can be found in the gait of a
up, I'll try if you will Wake up, it's not a fire drill All she needs is a little attention Can you give her just a little attention? Oh, it's easy to
(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up
, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I like the boom, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I need guitar, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I like that
turn to come and go Don't worry, no one ever knows I don't know why it just won't die It breaks me in to stay alive I know it hurt a lot like you C'mon
hell I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very I almost had a heart attack that day Come to find out the girl was some a twelve-year-old runaway
't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin' nowhere We can't be stopped now 'cause it's Bad Boy for life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin' nowhere We can
they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (We smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (Ehehe) I'm through with bein' a player and a
stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You
few weeks it's a bigger size ring Carats ain't nuttin when the cabbage ain't nuttin I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin You can never need
Chorus] [Outro: P. Diddy] C'mon and c'mon now Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Let's rock, c'mon and c'mon now Just shake,
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When
body go Bump, bump, bump Don't stop Let's go, let's go Baby turn around and let me see that body go Bump, bump, bump C'mon, let's go C'mon, let's go