Now I gotta ball without you (21) You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor I gave you my all (My all) You was my dawg (You was my dawg) I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call) Thought you had my back (Nah) You let me fall (Let me

Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own, Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail. Big up di juvenile dem inna di street, We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome, Dem no waan wi fi

Bad luck don't bother me I'm used to misfortune, baby Used to the bitter end I'm used to trial and troubles 'Cause I never had a friend--bad luck Well, well, bad luck Well, I'm used to trial and troubles I'm used to takin' beatings Used to being alone

You're a true friend You're here till the end When something ain't right Talk with me now and into the night You pull me aside 'Til it's alright again A true friend We sign our cards and letters BFF You've got a million ways to make me laugh

Bigger than just us L O V E love We all want to believe in love We all want to believe in something We all want to be a part Of the greater picture That's hanging in our hearts, our hearts It's love, it's love that's bigger than us

They will not get none, nah (in the way) Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (in the way) In the way, minus sign niggas in the way, yeah In the way, yeah, minus sign niggas in the way The stars will keep fallin', like asteroids we ballin' So they will

I want a Sunday kind of love Every minute, every hour, every day I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of lover Who will show me the way My arms need someone to enfold To keep me warm when Monday's are cold A love for all my life to have and to hold A

I got a man that's always late Any time we have a date But I love him Yes I love him I'm gonna walk up to his gate See if we can't get this thing straight 'Cause I want him And I'm gonna have him Say is you is, or is you ain't my baby

Nah, dem cyaa trick mi and kill mi Wi nuh inna nutten wid you, if you naa show no progress Man fi go through life without no stress Be friends wid some people that’s hopeless 'Cause dem a nuh nuh progress Lord, dem a send a bad a news to you woman Wi naa

(Don't mess around, don't mess around) If you're gonna give me good kissin' like that Honey, don'tcha know I'm gonna give 'em right back to you That's a kissin' good way (that's a kissin' good way) Ah, that's a kissin' good way (that's a kissin' good