where restless in his sleep he stretches out his hand And the dogs on his command Strong eyed still work the land With a farmer Come on Away Come by
She told my baby we'd danced 'till three Then she looked at me Then showed a photo of a baby cryin' His eyes were like mine Come on dance on the floor
, we dream so long Anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up, the show goes on Alright, already, the show goes
you to come rump wit me? You the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood wit no company. Come on, Queens ain't showin
my heart in my hand And you can bet I'm holding it close Don't wanna climb, don't wanna fall Don't know where to start it all I can start by taking it
R-O-C-K Mafia Creation shows me what to do I'm dancing on the floor with you And when you touch my hand I go crazy, yeah The music tells me what to
own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I
, let's put these clothes back, please" She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show" I said, "This isn't Sha na na, come on Mom,
rob me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come
hustle who ever Would you come and go with me To fulfill our fantasies? Take me by my hand, my dear Promise me you won't have no fear She told me, she showed
waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by
', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by
old school deal Tied the game by Steve Lobell So we always win, don't receive no help New girls act like they know me so well But I shows no love and
jacked By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer Rap king pin, L.A. big-wheeler Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank But now we steal shows
Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet
the truth is, it ain't easy for a brother from the streets to ever show an affection or an aim at direction when we roll, you're by my side, I feel pride
the drama continues to ring For me, I'm known as James the King I got a partner by my right hand Though Savon is the hype man But he thinks that he can
