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How many Mrs. Rights have I handled wrong Every one that抯 come along How many finish lines have I had in sight and never crossed Everyone I ever saw When it looks like I might win I go and break my heart again Things aren抰 good unless their bad And I ain抰 happy 憈il I抦 sad When I see the good life closing in I go and break my heart Break my heart again Why do I think I can when I know I won抰 I a |
Tray Dee: Coming in the front and center, state your name and game Yeah, them Eastsidaz back and we came to bang Giving it up, pistols and chucks, rags hang Strictly insane and we do the damn thing Goldie Loc: It's the big bad Eastside rolling Now how many blocks we controlling 2-0, 2-1, 1-5, 17, 11, 1-9, and a Mafioso dime Tray Dee: Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house Elm Street, Twelfth Street, off brands, knock em out Stay deep, bring heat, make streets emorge Young G's, lil G's, casualties and war So we push the turf Stea |
My young and foolish heart Makes me do the things I shouldn't That nine times out of ten I wouldn't do My young and foolish heart Never lets me use discretion In my manner of expression Every time I'm with you So, if my arms enfold you While I speak of love Remember what I told you Upon my soul, I can't control The recklessness of... My young and foolish heart Can be choosey and selective But you're the one objective Of my young and foolish heart (Bridge) So, if my arms enfold you While I speak of love Remember wha |
You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda mix it up whip it up a put in a pot. Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop it up bag it then put on the block. I'm a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born babies in car seats I'm suppose to stay straped cause our country likes collard greens and grits which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics but it keep calling me. Show me the ben-ja-mes scard I'll be on the team I'll be 12 like enemies what's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots ya m |