Tell me where you're goin or What is going wrong I felt you leavin' before You'd even gone And hold me now Or never ever hold me again No more talk Can
and on and on Fergie: me and you Diddy: on and on and on and on Fergie: me and you it's just me n u n me and on and, till the darkness gone, gone, gone
you baby, no you don't You drive me crazy, that's right I'll never betray thee I love you, baby, come on Yo, since the last altercation I been goin
gone too far Don't flop, what we just too large See that Bad Boy on the countdown Too slow can't keep up, no, better run Don't stop, what we gone too
through, you would think my faith gone But nope, I hold my stance in stone I move mountains with my will and succeed, that's how I keep goin' 'Won't
S CRAZY) Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT
to do Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there Yo, I got the call from Sean, he out in Milan Went to get the package, got there it was gone
man's song Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the chance gone Next stop Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for real, it's gone
give (Yup! Yup!) She so stuck on it Night to the morning, dusk to dawn, in the afternoon, and after the moon is gone, and the sun come back around, and the lights goin
til the last hit Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch Andre 3001, another classic Go ahead ask him bitches 'Bout how I be smokin' out, party all night, oh yeah, it's goin
'Fore the daylight catch me I'll be moving on 'Fore the daylight catch me I'll be moving on I got nothing to lose, boy All I had is gone I should've
girl done did to me, She done cut me off from her good, good love. She told me that those days was gone (oh, oh, oh) (chorus:) Now im sittin here goin
, love Everyday, everyday that you gone I'm singing that sad song If loving you is wrong Then, then I must be wrong Even if when I'm gone don't go away
a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Slim Shady What's goin
did they see Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P Oh shit, the thought crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's called Habitual criminal So instead of goin
a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin
the mic tonight I'm here to do it right Ice, the capital T, airtight Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission Step to me fool you're missin Minus, gone