, pardon my French, but she give me good blow In return I give her dough when she see me give an' go Other dealers give me out but for me she gives me
fiend became me I needed more than drugs If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind
her eyes looked so different She lives on faith, she looks for forgiveness Fool proof, it ain't easy, I need her, she needs me She stole my heart on this highway She taught me
cup high, move your body If you twist it, scream it loudly Hey, ay, ay, ay, hey, ay, ay, ay, hey Coconut juice got me real loose like Got me leaning three thousand proof
a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, ''cause God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian
Paulie Rosenberg What I say in a track, those just words (woo!) Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street Cause I can change into anything niggaz want me to
Forgive Me Im Just Street Cuz I Can Change Into Anything Niggas Want Me To Be Like Mystique I Dont Gotta Dig Deep To Realize Slim Baught Big Proof A
nothing without you Would you take my hand, would you forgive this man For ever doubting your love is true And could you find it in your heart To let me
nothing without you Would you take my hand Would you forgive this man For ever doubting your love is true And could you find it in your heart To let me
proof, something in hand To know the truth Everybody needs something to see, something to feel And something to be Everybody needs something as proof
. And we believe in nothing unless there's proof of it. You seek out those who forgive. You seek out those who forgive. You seek out those who forgive
in the context you used them in, And we believe nothing else unless there's proof it. You seek out those who forgive. You seek out those who forgive
forgive and forget with an elephant memory Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who But lets keep that between me and you! Me and JMT, Rippers
Say it with your actions Saying those words to me doesn't mean anything I don't want to hear 'um Baby you can keep those three, you might as well not
It knows me It controls me And I'm still hurtin over pops, It consoles me Okay my stories ain't addin' up But Elin don't got no proof And hell if I'
, who them niggas with their rag on And the gold teeth? I know them Boyz know me I know them Boyz heard of me, probably wanna murder me Probably got some
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity, Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here? Tried to get me with
