And my hair was stripped to grey Friday tried to wipe my tears away from my eyes But still I had to cry I had to nothing to show for my life But these
found someone else in your life tell me i wasnt good enough for you but dont tell me you want to when i dont want to anymore what changed your mind in two days
your life But I had the sacrifice, I don't see my sunny light 2 or 3 weeks straight, what happened to my family life? Welcome to the fast life I be
Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop You know the place Well anyway, Back then life
-E? Boy, if you wanna make it good You gotta give a little bit of love Can we take a long walk on the beach, get away from the streets? Baby girl, me and you need to rendezvous Cancun next week
like I'm jade Well, I'm the nigga in the hood, these little homies wanna be like I got when shit was good but now-a-days off in this street life These
Love You A Little Bit More. Find Myself Asking, What Are You Waiting For. Coz Everyday I Love You A Little Bit more. Days They Turn Into Weeks, That's How Good
, Ghetto soldiers, we militent. AKON: I dont like to fuss or fight, just tryin to live life right, but dont take my kindness for weekness 'cause i will take your life
gotta hit the pawn shop And you feel like crying, but be strong and stop It was all good just a week ago Now I'm wearing the same clothes a week in a
the pawn shop And you feel like crying, but be strong and stop It was all good just a week ago Now I'm wearing the same clothes a week in a row Trying
puzzle of black life That we have to put together, better ourselves cause families we gotta raise No matter how long the money Shorter become the days
it up Then I?m back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don?t stop, git it, git it I say don?t stop, git it, git it Party don?t sleep 7 days a week
Years later, and I'm still in the game All my life all I wanted was a few hoes If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto' Ain't nothin but street life
I could But lifes impressions always get me down,theres not alot to smile bout so I frown And I talk a big whole heap of badness,because my life is a
kept her iced up, she piped down Hit her off with a little pipe to mic bounce Down south where a nigga wouldn't return for days or weeks She was too afraid
would ask for it I guess I was used to just standin on corners Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack Hopin the week was good so I could get money
you down I'm up early than a mother Chasing mine 'cause I'm a hustler Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind Only seven days a week and 24 hours a