Loneliness, it made you sad Watch you cry, I see you cry She cried, emptiness brings you back To your home, all alone, to your home I'd do anything just
Please forgive me for not smiling Please excuse the tear in my eye You were out late, you were playin' I was alone late last night It's gettin' too late
I know why you're feeling so sad, yes I see that tear in your eye You look but you just can't have it Well I know there's a reason why I said come on
Get the message, get it right What you got, want to give it a try? You take it easy, you make it hard One chance for a good, good cause She walked up
Splits your heart at the seams With the coldness of it all Feel that life's just a dream And you lost the ball, don't cry, just do it You think your
Wrapped up in this world of anger There's no second chance out of here Nail tight your eyes now, honey Because I know just what you fear Well, I've seen
Misery she loves you You're her company Silent nights you wonder Why you cannot sleep? Well, I've seen you standing there But you stand alone I've seen
[Intro: Raekwon] When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
calling shot, I got bank Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars Never settle for less
[Intro: Raekwon] Chef... let's do it... [Raekwon] Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in Blood money
People have told me You have ways of killing without dealing a mob Well, so have I Yeah, come on, what's the deal? Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year
Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons (The fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang
This was my favorite girl for years, she knows the way I perform Sometimes I pull my boxers down, y'all, with one timb on It be times, you know I stay
Aiyo, Indian head, jury, out in Egypt with the wrists of fury Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics, trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite At the U.S. Open
Hey little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air like you living on a bird, ow We on the corner serving that rock
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with
[Intro: Method Man] oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On mutha What? Muthafucka that's Right, All Day, All Night come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And to
They told me what happened alright You're still young and things like that always happen When you'll learn then you'll know not to make those mistakes