the time To see the darkness I need you here I hoped I'd find I know it only matters 'till it's gone Once it's gone Life goes on
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
baby, and your dreams came true Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues The first thing we're gonna do is buy yourself a new dress Take some pictures
for stars on a Saturday night They say what goes up must come down But don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up must
my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about How many times you fly to my house? Still trying
for pictures Out on the front yard And Lady Di, well She must have it pretty rough Gotta hang around the house all day Makin' babies and stuff On another
this party to my hotel suite (Let's do it, let's do it) Yeah I'm in the Limousine bus, black tint windows Smashin' on the diesel, head-rush from the indo Vegas, they say what goes on
And he doesn't mean it So that's the way I took it Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it And life goes on.. I was feelin kinda funny -
dreams of goin' legit But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick It's on, ain't nuttin
as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again, story of my fucking life! I don't wanna live my life this way, picture me behind a desk... Picture
that's clear I wanna see your name hand written on a letter whether this is planned or not Life keeps getting better but still I just don't understand
house to fight pits in Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up Have a picture of you on the wall, '
education it goes far Man, it's gotta be more to life than just jewlery and cars [Chorus: repeat 9X *sung*] When I get grown, I'm gonna cherish that big house on
4 times) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha A year from now where will I be when I get blasted I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket
catch a small boat Nah I like the witty big tittie type Not hip to city life Checking accounts mad weed next to the couch Butt naked adt protect the house
die baby life goes on dey say what goes around gotta come around and when it comes down to dha come down only gods gone hold ya down dats why when you
killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth We tradin
my place in back with the loudmouths You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
