and turn yourself around. The bottles are empty and now I know you can't control the person you've become. Please just open up your eyes. Your heart.
I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended
whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up three
the fact we bad Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold
Sometimes I be wakin' up at high noon Sayin, "Why me, Lord?", folks thinkin' I'ma die soon I just tell 'em keep seekin' but when they sleepin' I be concealed up
girls Suburban girls International girls, smell me? Ghetto girls Suburban girls International girls, smell me? Had to take the time to open up your mind That's exactly what you are open
blow you away) [Verse: B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods
t some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave your crotch out And peep the way we be blowin them spots out [Busta Rhymes] Come on, look how we got
(Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave your crotch out And peep the way we be blowin them spots out [Busta Rhymes] Come on, look how we got 'em ready
down Forced to fight But tonight we're alright So hold up your lights Let it shine Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we
down Forced to fight But tonight we're alright So hold up your light Let it shine Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we
did I do? Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through I tell you what we did, we stole your fuckin' kids The home invader All right we got the motherfuckin' kids, we
there's no let up, you walked into a set up It's suckin' you down and now you can't get up Why because you froze the moment we met up And I never run
the fall Truth was there all along Tell me how did we miss it Chorus: We opened up a cold case love And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures & white outlines Are
hope My other niggas move keys, no off notes But understand rich is how we're all ending up, I'm at the label in the elevator, Send them up
step up to their face What they gon' do? {Shit!} If you fall up in the club And them hoe's are actin' up When you step up to 'em hoe's What they gon
it's foolish to try to kill me with songs? What the fuck are they, Lauryn? You killing me softly, you talk me to death Only thing you can do to 'em, I open
