Tekster:
Your Kind Of Living

Dragging it down down down just as low as you can Your kind of living has got me to giving consideration to leavin' this old town Your kind of living

Father, You sing over Your children Let us see through Your eyes We are Your great delight Father You sing Father, You sing over Your children And we're singing along Your

have known You for so long, I see the pain In your eyes ! [Utterson] There was a time You lived your life, And no one lived The way that you

what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit

I've been thinkin', times is hard 'Fore it get worse and it fall apart Maybe you should quit your job and do what's right And make you my partner for

they want to be stars Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye And if you see your cloning on a street walking by Keep a running for your life

of shame I live to make you call my name Call my name Guess I should be happy for you For your success and all that But your fame ain't got nothing

Now when you hear that demon Knocking at your door You just tell him you don't want His kind 'round here no more 'Cause if you wanna love, if you wanna live

rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your