I can't hide, all the pain deep inside, is this love Time waits for no one Time waits for no one Time waits for no one Time waits for no one
just worth waiting for. Just gimme some kind of sign, baby. I can't wait, wait for a hundred years. Can't hold back my tears any longer, longer, I canmt wait, wait
things you've said, everything you've done to me You can no longer make me cry Look what you've done to me, baby I can no longer smile, baby And I've waited
they mouth Like Bone Thugs won't really turn it out Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches They gotta realize that it's five of the realest Everytime
The American offense make you watch for the headfake Well down with Sam I ain't Three seconds in this paint will make any outside shooter faint Wait for
Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11 I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin Believe it, when I quarterback
and gangsta hoods He made friends with dealers and crooks And when the party was on you knew he had come It is like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones
the bus is down with us Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five Since old people
I'm, I'm actually waiting on the bus now He said we have some kind of special assignment or something He's supposed to be calling me, like any minute
over seized London-Heathrow, me and my people They think that illegal's a synonym for Negro Far away places, customs agents flagrant They think the dark face is smuggle waiting
prom queen His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga Follow me Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson
cause I'm hood rich you never ever seen good trick You want a problem, start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) wait
a bad man and that he had a aim for bein' mean He took a hatchet one cold weary morning he killed two children and the widow Green Five thousand people
it She gave me relations, so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? Little Dog, Bigger Bite, Jackson Five
scrilla (Scrilla) Labeled and tagged me yo neighborhood dealer Got this game gripped got the hoes wanting sacks Got niggas in the hood waiting on me for crack Fifteen five