of a liar I'm right here bitch But I'm alive and I'm still breathin yeah That day, becomes so haunting You didn't say enough, we were mistaken' My mind plays it over and
higher? i want it bitch But I'm alive and I'm still breathin' We're sane because of her taste (You didn't say enough i want myself back) My mind plays it over and
When it comes to men, it's known That I end up choosing wrong 'Cause I always trip and fall The same old rock and repeat and go back How blind a girl
this vision of a mission accomplished. Bone thugs all the way 'til the end, and again, and again, and again, and again, don't try to come between my
Well, little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured This would be the lick and we'd be next to shine And we got everybody screamin' and singin' But
When it comes to men it's known That I end up choosing wrong 'Cause I always trip and fall on the same old rock and repeat and go back How blind a
And Beyond --------------------------------------- ??? ??? rock radio into the nineties and beyond into the nineties and beyond into the nineties and
clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss? Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours and God's law Look in the stars, aligned with sign and
fine [Chorus:] And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' And
last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All you see is..' and
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back
stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do but stay strong And keep
pestilence and plagues If I ever lay, may they cover me with weed, ash, hip and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
to die Gettin high, watchin time fly - And all my motherfuckers/nigga can die Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks
on his back you wanna put crosses on yo' back Nigga you ain't Tupac, this Tupac Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and
years gone by, and you still don't know why when there was a day one, there was a DJ Run and when you think of days way back, there was a Daryl Mac
