my stuff Building the city of light I just keep going when the going gets tough Building the city of light Facing my beast, facing my fears Loving the
You're the love of my life, but it cuts like a knife and I feel that I'm being misled. See I'm a little concerned, for I've recently learned of the
more than FEMA did Yeah can?t forget about me stupid Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music [Chorus] Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name
touch me one more night Have I won your love or have I lost the fight Let me know, let me know, I have a right To plan my future, get on with my life
?cause that's my brother Ain't talkin? to Face ?cause that's my father Ain't talkin? to Bun ?cause that's my uncle Ain't talkin? to Kast ?cause them my
it lie? In the mind In the money In the face In in the eyes In the days and the nights Well what is a friend Do you love it and leave it Again and again
gonna make it in this brave new world? Love for one another, new world Love for one another, new world Wait a minute, new world Did you hear about
up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, it's time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my
brand new city Got my whole team with me Livin my life, my life I do it how I wanna do I'm livin' my life, my life I will never loose 'em Livin my life
Cause I'm a paper chaser (Throw your hands up) Just livin' my life (Ay!) My life (Oh!) My life (Ay!) My life (Oh!) (Put your hands up!) Just livin' my life (Ay!) My life (Oh!) My life (Ay!) My
can, tell me nothing I'm a man Smell my shit as I walk off the stand Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand Pardon my G, but I'm one of a kind Been
rings but that ain't about this What you ?bout bitch? Excuse my French emotion in my passion But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
into a thong show She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows I can't forget about my
straight into a thong show She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows I can't forget about my
sniffin each others butts or should I say asses what would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses hold up hold up hold up new york
being fake, Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine, Or am I caught up in this hot water, Word on my daughter, I told you That I love this culture, Don
should I say asses? What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses? LLoyd Banks: Hold up, hold up, hold up New York City man,
never said thanks, my black ass never seen her That's why I moved on to my new real queen [So what's the definition of the 316?] It's my birthday fool