I think its safe to take this in and take this down We'll make it out Because this is for you and I've held onto you And this is for every hand that
this much I know is true That I'm empty here and all I want is you Yeah, 'cause I'm empty here and all I want is you I was alone you found me and made
way to return to her someday, for i long to hold her in my arms. but i fear that i'm not long for this world, because i will not go out without a fight
sorry that I left you half in a hole But now you'll write for both of us, ill channel thoughts Through your soul (Uh huh) Emmanuelle, remember this when you
Your lookin for the proof look no further we it Vybz Kartel and Kardinal it's history (Up to di time) Why you wanna be a fake punk is a mystery Just gwaan
t speak about it we live it, you dream about it how could you even doubt it couldn?t get a quarter round here unless we allowed it this is our city, our
s haunting me I still love you and it shows If you return to me I will always be Beside you forever, safe within these arms If you return to me so eternally
feel glad today? If you're not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine, then why does your heart return my call? If you you
every heartbeat Thinking you can't see How your son's living (Hey, Mama) Is there an address up in heaven? I feel like dropping you this letter But it
Gold' -'Yo, is this your cat?' -'Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?' -'He was stuck in a tree Around Uptown Manhattan' -'Well how the hell did you save him? Are you
For all to get the pay days, first I line up all the haters I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya Money
I'm grateful for whatever breaks The silence in this room Time won't let me go And every night I know That you could pull me through You could always
thief in the night Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered On his arms are scriptures of
you pronounce the shit G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this Before your dog you're dyin' and bustin' your iron Take the stand you
while you motherfuckers bounce to this [Chorus: Shyne] Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your iron Take the stand you're lyin, it's ok If you cook
you where the tracks is at TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin' Iraq When the question is, where is Chandra Levy at? Murdered God and left for dead