I know, I know That one day you're gonna wake up and find That my love was a true love It's just a matter of time Just a matter of time
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ear You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits Based on a general's fist of fury
back with you. Baby, I'd give my soul Just to hold one more time, Just to look in your eyes. 'Cause right now I'm half alive No matter what I do There's
them a drink, shit one bitch was strippin' Cause she didn't get picked, but baby We roll with time, it's only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga
tryna pimp me a Porsche I can't hand a nigga the rap game now 'cuz I'm usin' it Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it 'til I through with it I don'
with you. Baby, I'd give my soul Just to hold one more time, 'Cause right now I'm half alive Just to look in your eyes. There's no living without you, No matter
If I ever had to say good bye to you Let the world come to an end it wouldn't matter to me then I wouldn't want to live with just your memory Deep inside
be there when the shouting's over You just may need me to hold you I'll be here after the tears Just a matter of time now Till I make you mine now Waited patiently It
m usin' it Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with it I don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin it I just jump over the bridge
every night, every night just proves me wrong. And to think, I had heaven right here, in my hand. In a whole, just let it slip away like sand. Whow... gimme one chance to make it
here American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit
know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! [Jewely] Now what's a grand finale If you ain't
American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye
But every night, every night just proves me wrong. And to think, I had heaven right here, in my hand. In a whole, just let it slip away like sand. Whow... gimme one chance to make it
us, the Hall of Justice stars A million criminals with unlimited Visa cards Black Manta, uh, the Legion of Doom A genetic nightmare, there's no time