I Shed Tears for the World

Crazy lyrics

Crazy lyrics

"Going To Make It Lyrics"

Shake It (Eurovision 2004) Lyrics
Everytime you wanna play turn me on, all the way come to me and take the ride skin on skin, it?s pure delight givin? me the passion you?re burnin? my heart gonna rock you till you drop baby you?re the reason I?m feelin? so hot want you now, I just can?t stop? I would trade my life for a night with you driven by desire make that move on me it?s time for you to see that my world?s on fire!!!!!!! CH


First Verse:



My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut

Then came me, crawlin' out my Mama's guts

I never figured I'd be born in Hell

In the projects, tryin' to make a livin' off these crack sales

My Baby Mama scream "Child Support"

I can't sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke

Fuck it, I'm up early like a dope fiend

The game got me feelin' like I'm high off Terrazine

Jump in my Grand and I'm mashin'

I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin'

Twenty-two for a chicken

Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and

Now it's time to hit the block

I call Sam and Jeff, let's cut this shit into rocks

You know my game don't stop

I'm postin' bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock



Chorus (uncredited sin
Walking On A Wire Lyrics
I'm the one you've been hanging 'round Just stop hearing any sound Found you face down on the ground Found a friend never could be found I've been waiting around Systems failing now On your honor so i hear It's never been your fault you swear Is the union based on fear? Tenement of tears I've been waiting Systems failing Walking on a wire on the ground Is this all your world tonight? Is this all your world tonight?
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(singer)



We're going to make it after all



(Crazy)



Niggas don't wanna see me ball

Hold up my middle finger screamin' "Fuck 'em all!"

Feel Me!



(2x)





Second Verse:



Been rappin' since an early age, I fiend for loot

I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin' "Please don't shoot"

Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit

Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit

Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper

Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin' up on a caper

It's all real in the 'Ville nigga, peep my pain

For six years I was snortin' heavy, addicted to cane

With no family to turn, what else could I do?

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STRIPPED Lyrics
staring at the wavelength at my disposal hoping one day I just may get a little closer sultry nights full of fright I try to sleep in four leaf-clover soft soap me down in your coma sweetchestnut with a heavenly soma for my whole life I was a loner but now I am a roamer to where the sky is blue to where the sky is blue sailing the seven seas you hardly get the chance to ski <
ne of my niggas couldn't help me, they was loaded too

Dreams of bein' a big rap star circulated

Hooked up in robbin' shit, now I was drug-related

Ridin' in a blue bourbon sayin' "Fuck them Hoes"

White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds

Never knowin' that the Feds were comin' tight tomorrow

Y'all bitches just don't wanna see us ball

Feel me now



Chorus



Third Verse:



Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac

And I was still in the 'Ville slingin' rocks

Told the company I was a soldier, I would've gave my life

That's why a nigga stay loyal to his wife

Nigga started stealin' money, when he got buried

Through all the confusion, I went and got married

Good times didn't last long, cuz we was broke

The company get
Ontem Lyrics
Ontem eu percebi... Ontem o que eu fiz? No sei por qu Mas nada mudou Nada mudou Foi melhor assim Eu s queria voltar no tempo Pra corrigir todos meus erros Eu s queria estar bem perto de mim mesmo Eu s queria te dizer onde estive aqueles dias Eu s queria te dizer mas no podia Por qu?
in' ran without Roderick was a joke

So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did

With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid

We finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let's wait and see

A week later we gettin' calls, from Master P

And every other major label on the block

Tryin' to get a piece of that nigga comin' like Pac

A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it

I can finally get that house my Mama wanted

Feel me



Chorus (2x)



(Singer)



Fuck 'em all

We're gonna make it

We're gonna make it

Fuck 'em all

You can suck my dick

Fuck 'em all

This for all the haters

This for all the breather haters

Fuck all ya

We're gonna make it

Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh