last time? The last time... Did you notice the moon on the seventh day? The last time... did you see the people gathering for the last time? A past time
whether I do labor fast or slow There's always more labor after She's real Catholic, see, she fingers her cross and she says There is one reason, there is
it, closin' my eyes Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden To be the next rapper to die, what
heat Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise But he practiced what he preached from the heart A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted it to me The time
like what! Down like what! Down like what! Pour me drink, get down like what! Down like what! Down like what! Pour me drink, get down like what! Down like what
knew It was wrong to do, I guess that's why I was drawn to you The second time leads to the third, fifth, the seventh time I feel so alive, it won't last
said, she rather lick or click them balls Now, tell me, what I gotta do to get the kick? Without the bullshit like the dick is forbidden What the deal here is
off in the mail for me Nigga hit me on my hip Back to back Gotta make a St. Rose run Cause lil' one say he got five stacks Rush highway is the best time
back time Re-live your life and erase your crime All the pain you've caused others before To achieve your selfish gain Now your soul is blackened
lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs is
me that you got me daddy I got you ma, workin' New York City It's Saturday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me Plus a little tired from the time zone switches But right on time
Solitude I cannot Feel [Chorus] Where angels have fallen My wailing soul is laid to rest The tombstone is chosen A cauldron for my new quest What is
a disappointment Your poetry is just a joke to me Anything and everything about the affection That you get when what you've got then 10 times 42, what
A wed food stamp I think it's time for me to break camp Had a crush on my man The first time we met Now what you see is what you get Lost more than a
Bible and it burned my hands The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance Now it's time to
made I swear by who I am and not by yesterday I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the last time The last time, the last time, the last time
is the real For all my real Niggas and bitches When they say, "Last call," that don't mean the night's ovah That means it's time for her to show ya How
