Khalifa] Slow money's just better than gettin' no money Learn to get good show money, that's yo money Get comfortable with it, really know money Rich nigga shit, that really goes for
, sometimes I get nervous when I'm in front you You can hear it in my voice when I ask you if you comfortable Look how love do, I'd practice the art of war for
gunpowder off But what if they bust in, busting The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me but shit There's a reward for me, that nigga
we are All together I'm sorry for the things said and done I wanna stay close to you Here we are Hope forever girl My life has took a change for the
in? When did it become a room for no blacks to step in? How did she already know not to ask the question? Left lastin? impressions Adolescence?s comforts
I'm down for whatever she down for whatever Well baby let's get it on. [2nd Verse] Now we back at the condo Sippin' on ciroc now Shawty is you comfortable
thousands out change Chewing pouch me, my dirty south queen Give'em all cream ... about steam Powder knocking our themes, hallow more days ... ...money like Frido Lay Keep a bag of chips, I'm known for
Hi I'm Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mom I wish to thank you for your kind words You warm gestures and your constant support over the years I also need to
will learn to let go what I cannot change I will learn to forgive what I cannot change I will learn to love what I cannot change But I will change, I will change
thank you for when you first met her, accepted and lovin' my wife I thank you for those Sunday dinners, they were vital I thank you for my life, I thank you for
chorus And the Street Lords and truly yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw Puncture niggaz when I comfort
the cops We got it under control We're on a gangsta stroll Watchin' out for the pigs on patrol Cuz my homboys on parole My little homboys on probation Still gots a chance to change
Lyrics to Things Will Change : Hands in the air! (X 4) [KRS] Good looking, word... DJ Revolution, word up... Let's do this, kid... Here we go! [Chorus
I just can't be loving you no more, I love you more than I love myself I've been so dependent on your love for so long, Punishment for me is trying
me money, I take away your belonging, ha No prolonging, hoo 'Till you give me my money you see me every mornin', ha Got somethin' wicked for all the
scratch and I gotta get it soon We about to be doomed Do somethin' for the kids before I go to my tomb Gotta bust this thang and maybe then thangs gon' change
enough for me to hit the scene I didn't know that this was all a set up Secretly they want me wet up Jealous of my future chedda, howeva Their fastest move was too slow for
the news I came in the door for dolo blazed the crews And the streets say"Jigga can't go back home" You know when I heard that when I was back home I'm comfortable