report to the orgy But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry
if you do Glock cocked with ski masks nigga A bunch of killers with tattoos [silk] Ahhhh atten hut About face to his head Nigga in charge Label full of killas and drug dealas Convicted thug niggas and tank
Nigga ride with me, ride with me, die with me, die with me Kill with me, kill with me, bury me a soldier Don't nobody cry, just keep my name in the sky
You found a way to break away from the one you say that you love now you cry out your eyes day and night you set free the one that you love and it
We may look different, but we see the same sky We may see different, but we cry the same cry To wake up daily and sleep better nights That's what we
t cry, don't cry Don't cry, it's thunder Don't cry, don't cry Don't cry, it's thunder Outside, outside This world of wonder Don't cry, don't cry Ten
you live in a glass house You might die in a big earthquake And end up with a stone in your mouth I felt like kicking out when my boyfriend made me cry
? (You ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (Nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (Shit, when I die I don't cry for me) (
put that thug lovin' in them It's hard as a mitten Gotta hit the club and bang out Song after song till I end up in the wrong route Tank top, sweat it
Two thousand miles of blacktop One hundred medium coffee cups Seven lonely sunsets That could almost make you cry Late night gospels on the radio Haven
alone at night, you cry Stuntmen make you feel secure Wrap you up in soft allure Your key light's bright, your close-up's now This picture could tank
of the Muscovite team Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few; He could drink them all under the bar. As gallant or tank
eleven when I rocked the mic And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped The princess was starin' while holdin' a drink Reflected from her eyes was my gold tank
Hot day in the summer sun It's a hundred and twenty-one Vat tanks and machine guns Another day and another run Looking for a good place to hide Forty
a super-model Well it's just you and me baby No one else we can trust We'll say nothin' to no one No how or we'll bust Never crack a smile or flinch or cry
night of the rest of our lives I can't help wonder, how is it we're still alive Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives With just half tank
I got the money and if I was you I'd let go of my sleeve Does anyone know of a place I can sleep Where I won't hear the cry of the wind as she weeps