Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war

Where will you go now? Is it true now? Killers done found this touch a long time ago Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown But I came out with a light that blind at then end

Def jam yeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how

And did it my way I did it my way The record shows I took the blows And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each and every

(You're on fire) (You're on fire) Yeah That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow You

But I didn't go yet This shit is crazy It's one of those things, man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough

It's black as coal and it goes boy, go go go She look so cool in her new Camaro I brought my fight next to her Camaro And when I fire on a smile then she blows, she blows I'm makin' eyes through my sharp sunglasses She's such a brat now I'm packin' her

One, here's what you do Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew Two, say, there's no time to play Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey Three, there's no changing me I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see Four, I'm so glad if he made

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know