it seems like yesterday it was just a dream But those days are gone, they're just memories And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream But those
shit I get the Bisquick take it to the district cause I could never get rich, and switch my style I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile I'm tryin to get it
and let a nigga have it That's what's really goin' down 'Cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count You gotta be about it or be without it 'Cuz what a
I did, I cannot be excused The changes I was going through can't even be used For the lies that I told her in hope not to lose The could-be dream-lover
head to head And like the good book says be quick or dead Ante up or let 'em go 'Cause I'm filing charges on your soul It's just a joke and you're the
past you) Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me Before I was a wild juvenile I used to be a mild Christian young child I used to seek and
, mate Gotta be a bit modern these days, governor, ain?t yer? Yes Well, you?re certain with it, anyway? Well, you?ve got to be with it, of course. It
, aye Street fitted in Excuse me, I happen to be the boss man Excuse me, I happen to be the weatherman Excuse me, I happen to be the ice man Excuse me
'all still writin' Hennessey rhymes While I'm tryin' to get a good price for a nine Feel like my life on the line That's why a nigga be hype all the
of warning us ... RAOUL/ANDRE/FIRMIN: Help us! GIRY: I wish I could ... RAOUL/ANDRE/FIRMIN: Don't make excuses! RAOUL: Or could it be that you're
spin towards the clouds A bullet in your head sits still allowed I used to pretend that I gave a fuck Now a do give a fuck, a little too much Let's see
yours? Can you: Imagine a person who looks like me? Could you: Spot a person who looks unlike you? Can you: Spot a person who's how you want to be? Can you: Imagine a
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight [Chorus] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like
if my interest was a common reaction Took satisfaction in knowin' she was beautiful She twisted up the blessing and she used it as a tool Of manipulation
reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge
I have a bite off of your apple? Don: Mm . . . I think that uh . . . Phyllis: It's so nice to be here with a monster finally . . . Don: It must be
to charge me falsely It won't be the first time and it won't be the last time I'm sure [f.l.o.w.] No more strugglin No more pain Only good times after