old morning door This game is no game but it's played all the same and I love it even if it makes me deranged it's like tears in the rain burning spears
's talk about blood and sweat and tears Let's talk about what you wanna be And who I've always been I walk in here with a beat up case The same guitar
the moon went down and the sun came up With the mercury risin' too 'T was then the prophet said the secret of the dead I'll whisper it to you Livin'
got sum brain, up in the front seat of the hummer And if you can make it rain then Ludacris can make it thunder I ain't messin' with these lames but it
else It's a long journey back to the place we was When I was too embarrassed to admit I was in love And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up
their hands up in plastic bags On stage like a savage goin mad WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo! [Prodigy] Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on it
I just want you to know lovin' you is like food to my soul Yes it is, yes it is, oh, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is oh You're always there for me Have
more dope then you'd ever know E-I-L-O, hello When I'm all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no Draped
We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin' [somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system givin' it to you, 'cause it
Imagine I was here for a while, a while While I'm leaving it all up to you Do what you got to do, hey girl It's such a shame it isn't real The feelings
't lie, the price'll probably go up when I wear it I'm just D-Town reppin' And makin' all these niggas who second guessed it regret it Regret it like
packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American Express card all gray now It
collecting on the corners of my mind But I've shed my tears in bitter drops until the thorn trees bloomed To take the spiky fruit to crown myself the Queen
This town was built on muddy stilts By the lunatic parade It rains like Revelations Gonna wash these freaks away Some girls wanna hold your hand And some
make it right here. Yall all passe, stuck up on last year I'm everybody top ten, you aint even top tier My criteria aint even that serious The way a nigga see it
[Intro - Beyonce] Fighting temptation [Missy] Yo Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte, y'all ready Let it put it down for the clubs [Beyonce + Missy + Free + MC Lyte
it? Come on It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? Yeah, ladies I don't no but I'm thinking 'bout really leaving with you Sing it