Everybody's in the major leagues. Ain't nobody wanna be straight up. I see the hotties on the way to work. They be waiting outside the club. See Samantha got a glass of wine.
[Fabolous]. Guess who (hey, hey). F to the A-B (hey). Black Buddafly Let's go. And I'm a bad boy Like Martin and Will Show. u what u been missin' Like da kids on the carton of milk.
feat Fabolous. . [Fabolous]. Guess who (hey, hey). F to the A-B (hey). Black Buddafly Let's go. And I'm a bad boy Like Martin and Will Show. u what u been missin' Like da kids on the carton of milk.
Love is such a funny thing. Just think about it. All the craziness that it can bring. Still we cant live without it. It was so real a big part of me. Then it switched and let me down.
Whatever happened to the fear of God?. Whatever happened to church on Sunday?. Whatever happened to the velvet glove and the iron fist?. . Whatever happened to the social season?.
Yeah. Push the button down. Yeah. Push the button down. . Burn, burn TV burn. Nobody will be saved. Burn, burn TV burn. Nobody knows the side effects.
Come in, you're running, you're fighting,. You're bleeding, you're playing like a crack,. But you stay in the tracks. . Living you're hating, you're trying,.
Tryin man, Im tryin', lies and lies aint buyin. Where do I go, where do I go?. Tryin yes, Im strivin, lies and lies aint buyin. How does it go?. . Walk to a time when minds was one.
Amazin' phase, your days, your hazy ways, my blazing arrow. The rays that range from Asia way to Rio De Janeiro. A craze you crave but work today's the day that in a major way.
When I'm on the mic, I stand tall with gall. Style worth more than anything you goin' find in mall. The treasure of the mutiny is what keeps you all enthralled.
Standing in your hallway, kiss your angel hair. Hear your old grandmother recite her immigrant prayer. She knew what you had to do, she'd probably kill you first, first.
My name is Bobby Sands MP. Born in the city of Belfast. Divided by religion I grew up fast. I was stabbed and I was spat upon. My family run out of its home.
Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th. In mantilla and lace and her lover's knife. Cries out for revenge, she is silent like a stone. Beautiful in her widow's weeds.
Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend. We were partners in a business down on C and 7th. Nothin' ever got this good brother down. He was a real live wire in an electric town.
Everything is still not a chicken not a body. Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain. And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land. An ould wan rolls over on her back.
Mo chara is mo lao thu!. My friend and my calf. Is aisling tr nallaibh. A vision in dream. Do deineadh arir dom. Was revealed to me last night. Igcorcaigh go danach.
I stole some butter to put on my bread. A crime against God, king and parliament. No fancy lawyer to defend my case. So I was sentenced at the Mayo Assizes.
On the banks of the Hudson. My love and I lay down. Just above 42nd Street. While the rain was pouring down. . When I covered her with kisses. The sparks lit up her eyes.
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