Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?

In the game of life The game of life The time has come For me to talk to you And I don't mean To hurt your pride But everybody needs a friend sometimes To make you see the light

Don't wanna let you go Your special your one of a kind (so...) He'll try to take you from me Some things money can't buy... Everybody wants to have a girl like you But I'm the one and it's right My wish becomes his delight Your not gonna get far from me

C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Everybody, everyone c'mon c'mon C'mon c'mon Baby, baby won't you give me a good time? Squeeze me, please me, make it feel like the last time Hold me close and I'll make every dream come

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

Things are looking bad Everybody in the world in the world's looking so sad Everybody's thinking about the rain Wonder if the sun is gonna come again Everybody's thinking about the storm Wonder where all the good weather's gone Tell me if i got to

Dem nae waan we yah We cut and come back with the formula Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh Oh, we find the formula Fi make the money fi

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Word up (up up) everybody say Word up (up up) it's the code word No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard When you hear the call you've got to get it on the way Come on baby tell me what's the word Yo pretty ladies around the world Got a