t let you go away I don't want to miss you dear Cos you're chained to all my greeds I will have your dependence And you'll need me everday Now I'm only
Time beats only once And you've got to take how it is Time beats only once And you've got to catch it as long as you can Time ticks only once And the
Time beats only once And you've got to take it how it is Time ticks only once And you've got to catch it as long as you can Time beats only once And
old,so run away Cos time beats only once Cos time beats only once It beats only once It beats only once It beats only once Only once It beats only once
was born in a fucked up home, and ain't nobody filling her mama's seen a vista, (?) the niggas that'll beat us every time she's gone, and ain't nobody
of the house of the illest and case the joint And take whatever I want out of it Now that I'm wise, my future rides on it It's time for triumph I promise
And looking out at the world through my window pane Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained Everything has changed but remains the same So once again the mirror
Be my little baby! My one and only baby, Oh, Be my, be my baby, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, My one and only Baby. Be my, be my baby, My one and only Baby... --
on you and dust you off with the tools [Chorus: Tray Deee] Yeah, you know I ain't nuttin but a gangsta Only with the swoll rolls and the paper Once
In the flesh" "In the flesh" "In the flesh" Even in the mirror, it just doesn't get any clearer I hear a funky beat and I gotta get nearer Kaboom, stepping
cremated, lips are sealed and they hate it Overrated rappers made it on a wing and a prayer With old beats updated but I'm not like you bitin' barbarics Rappers with the fresh beats
a little outta line I ain't gonna act politically correct I only wanna have a good time BRIDGE: The best thing about being a woman Is the prerogative
better You ain't got a reason not to let your body go It's only you .... and your own four walls Listen to it callin' .... The beat is gettin' hotter
explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror was to become, at times
in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror was to become, at times, my
nigga now (I don't care) but the shit don't stop yeah, till the casket drop yeah, I'm all that I got [Layzie Bone:] Once upon a time, a young lil nigga
splashes all I see. Ten more lovers to the wind and once again I'm left with me. Seems that as my time draws nearer, I look into that mirror at a face