You know life. Is all about expression. You only live once, and you're not coming back. So express yourself, yeah. . Express yourself. You gotta be you and only you, babe.
The Jordan is waiting for me to cross through. My heart is aging I can tell. So Lord, I'm begging for one last favor from You. Here's my heart take it where You will.
Guess it's my fault that I got caught up. Knowing damn well that you and her just broke up. You say it's about me and not the last, she's the past. Did I ask you 'bout how she was? No, I didn't.
Na na ni, oohh na na now, haha yeah. . [Chorus:]. We're in it from morning to night, someones always going down now, im feeling the shots, the dealers the cops, always seem to be circeling round town, everyday of my life, i see the same for everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh.
Everything is gonna be alright, broken hearts are a part of life. Don't you worry, you be strong, help you get along. Everything is gonna be alright, find someone who would treat you right.
It's always complicated whenever you're around. Simultaneously loving you, I wear the thorny crown. Hiding in all the corners, live in a room that's bright.
Baby, oh, my friend, I get high with you. Put the blue back in the sky for you. . Everyday I die a little. Everyday I live a lot. . Everyday I die a little.
[Unverified]. . I'm down with all the illest ain't no crabs all around me. So put your head together you still couldn't find me. Where I be and how I live is ill.
Dime Que Esta Noche Seras Mia (Seras Mia). Solo Mia (Solo Mia). Y Que Conmigo Te Iras (Conmigo Te Iras). Que Hoy Cumpliras Tus Fantasias Prohibidas. Yo las Hare Realidad,.
Whassup nigga? Whassup for the weekend, nigga?. . The weekend?. That shit ain't nothin' but another two days. That niggaz act crazy on. Then it's gone, and everybody feel fucked up the ass.
Where perfect dreams meet the perfect life. My days are the richness of your praise. And I cant imagine what it feels like. To fully know all that You say.
A night full of stars and the moon on water. Reflects perfectly clear. We walk to the car, turn on secret garden. And roll down the windows to hear. .
Uh huh. Get low baby. Come on. . It's the end of the world now yeah! Don't start runnin. But could you possibly run when you know that God's comin?. But we got a lot of hard heads that don't seem concerned what?.
Hey girl. Youre coming with me. Coming with me. . Hey girl. Youre coming to me. Coming to me. . Hey girl. Youre coming with me. Coming with me. . Hey girl.
We had some fire and smoke and water. And that troubled us a lot. Now we're marking down our prices. And they're really, really hot. . Everything must go.
Save the Atlanta sound, oh, we don't represent Atlanta. We ain't puttin' the A-Town on the map, okay, here we come. . Gipp economy is strange in the meanin', lookin street.
We gonna lose everything we fought to get man. That the game is set to leave the South and go somewhere else. If we don't straighten up. At the end of these records we listen to.
Urban ego war. Urban suburban ego war. It's an ego war. It's a suburban ego war. . Urban ego war. Urban suburban ego war. It's an ego war. It's a suburban ego war.