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It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry Don't matter if I bleed You've been on a road Don't know where it goes or where it leads It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need If you've made up your mind to go I won't beg you to stay You've been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need It doesn't matter if I cry Doesn't matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you've loved for years |
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It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry Don't matter if I bleed You've been on a road Don't know where it goes or where it leads It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need If you've made up your mind to go I won't beg you to stay You've been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need It doesn't matter if I cry Doesn't matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you've loved for years |
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cuz when you get it ithurts
Your body carried outthe church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin They shoulda took me first However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it ithurts Your body carried outthe church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...) What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston Cuz My Love's your Love will be my slugs wit blood For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang Find yourself in the river with the rest of them Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line You look strange, shootin victims at close range And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel Until I got betrayed by one of my twelvedisciples Which one, look through the crowd son You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him Me being rusty is like Biggie not being Born Again It never happen, watch who you call fam On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man Predicted platinum, way before it happened So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it ithurts Your body carried outthe church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin They shoulda took me first However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it ithurts Your body carried out he church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for onebeer Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride Cuz you aint comin back no more We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life Kid you tellin me whatyou did, you didn't wanna do Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it ithurts Your body carried outthe church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin They shoulda took me first However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it ithurts Your body carried outthe church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin Should I take them? Should I wait? I say no Woman, no cry like I should owna piece of the estate But at the tribute theydidn't invite me So I put in a call to Halis Alassi He said be easy, aintno need to bust a shot Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING! |
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