won't stop till I find my way I brush the dirt of my shoulders, get up and move forward I keep on pushing on On, on No, this life don't stop On, on Time
to leave you with a tweet tweet tweet [Posdnuos] Next on the menu, we continue with the pasta Dipped in chocolate, served with lotsa Twizzlers and honey, yum yum yummy Lyrics
Here on the street Feeling the cool of the dawn Shuffling feet Faces are ragged and worn They've been working all night Waiting for the curtain to
like roach, nigga please Unh! I make it give up the ghost On the trifecta, the third, I differ Nigga, you ain't heard? My lecture like Lector Letcha in on
dress like a hoe but talk like a lady but lately shes been acting kind of shady coming home late with the makeup looking crazy hair messed up hickey's on
the the thrill (I'm Ready) It?s a dangerous love affair (C'mon) Can?t be scaring nickels down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that?s on my mind
Some cats neglected the fact that L was hot 'Cause they warm and electin' me hot when I stepped in the spot Lyrically reppin' the block on farmers to
oyu think somebody is in Toilet's busy that's what I mean And this words on that door "don't push!" So come on defecate in that bush [CHORUS] Crouds
somebody is in Toilet's busy that's what I mean And this words on that door "don't push!" So come on defecate in that bush Crouds of people arae walking
him tink sey it cute No man dem bredda ya mad Jamaica wen yuh read di news It nuh mek you sad Man a shot up all church Den a so dem bad hold on deh man
I think I've had an affair At least that's what they call it these days And it wasn't very fair To the ones that I love Well I just pushed her away
street she's got on high heel shoes and her hair full of curlers she's got stiletto nails and some black mascara she's got a push up and a pick
save this paranoid love affair I`ve pushed my luck again Now it`s time for a radical change cause IA'm about to break down The mental war machine creeps on
all death and sin Storm the ill He just does this Can't you see Leads the weak in my affairs Twist the army Spread the fear Races colors different creeds Leeches on
written by Joe Vitale (c) 1986 Marinara Music (BMI) Don't need the look of a millionaire. Takes more than money just to live it up. Don't need designer on
And I know one of these houses on the block Got your fucking family in it And what's the worst is Is y'all niggas gon' need nurses I collect money on
the street She's got on high heel shoes And her hair full of curlers She's got stiletto nails And some black mascara She's got a push up and a pick
neighborhood rock star Although I never owned a guitar I, uh I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin' And smockin' hickory, on
