wanted you to know That I'm not waiting for you, or anything you say to me Or anything you say And when I realized that I was at your door Would you
a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me The gates of hell on fire shooting
them inside out Do you know what this life is all about? Can you remember Before anyone taught you To feel as if life is never gonna treat you Better
Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard
'm trying to say you can tell the President My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant [Chorus] [Verse 2] Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is you jealous or you
you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself
You know, life is funny If you don't repeat the actions of your own success You won't be successful You gotta know your own formula, your own ingredients
niggas stop hating on me man. You motherfuckers didnt want to help me in the beginning man. Fuck you nigga, with sugar on top bitch. Ya feel me? Fuck you
a must I conceal it and tuck it This life Can make a nigga murder for nothin' This life For the money have you fakin' and frontin' This life Can make
do I fuck that bitch one more time, that ass was fat Yo, Shorty get a desk and chair now wit the guess appear But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear
yooooou.. [Chorus 4X: Norah Jones] Life is, better Now that, now that I found you Life is, better Now that, now that I found you [Q-Tip] Uh, uh, one
of the flu You and me, we can cast some shadows In that nightlight your mama left on for you Repeat Chorus Drinkin' domestic on a night as majestic
her She pushed you to the left and turned her off when you approached her You tripped and dissed her, you bashed the sister And even when you drove off, you
message Yo, how you doin'? Call me when you get this Message Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier I guess you ain't get my message But when you
candlelight I try to get you on the phone I get stuck on hold I guess you keep getting sidetracked I've been faxing you love notes all day long But you
revolution Lost between reality and psychology. 1990's mentality is described By the honorable thruth message which is 'True Knowledge Is So Priceless' Which is
