[Chorus: Michael Jackson "We're Almost There" No how hard, the task may seem Don't give up our plans, don't give up our No bridges, can turn us around Cause what we're searchin' for, will soon be
Killah] Aiyo, listen here, shorty, glow You know we both make angels when we lay in the Heat the with the oven when the cheese got low Cuz Toney, can't be out there that blow You made and dreams, not grands of schemes I wanna for the meaning of love, see what it means Cuz we hustle so hard, so many bridges Made babies, trips to the mall, for family pictures And our is magnetic, we the meaning of destiny Be that of trust that looks to invest in me Together, to get her, for me to get you We back, like the Wu See we soul mates, we like cookies and cream And I fiend for the and the nights to sex my queen So no matter how hard it seems, come true Keep in our hearts, hugs and kisses, Toney Starks
[Method Uh, still applying the The purple frying my brain, this woman's crying She, tired of fighting, my feelings likely the what happens when you wife 'em and they try to tighten the chain See, she in the right, so I put her right in her I'm all night the pipe, I can feel her biting my chain She, got her own, I gotta buy her a thang I be up the sheets everytime I'm lighting the game
We, go together like, and Gina, but She get uptight we fight like Ike and Tina, so Love her or her alone, like I ain't need her tho A minute later I'm back, like I ain't it, yo We break up, just to make up, she fly the makeup we upgrade to A plus So all this ain't us, we bigger than that You normally cool when I'm digging your back, now back, baby
Shorty with the like Breyer's, real sweet with your thick legs like you drink eggs, you lying Now you met a don, stay high, Levi's on cell frames, no games I'm into cashing in, getting this paper, up acres Ride around, and yo, fuck my neighbors full of hundreds and weed, light the Philly cigar up And go dolo, through SoHo You hear the little baby in the back? the sound of sweet life A sweet wiz'll make you a night And chill the pawns we on, cuz life is a chessboard You better have you sword and on hate your enemies, cuz it effects judgment They only it if they know you getting hella cheese That's it is, what it do for you Don't let the truth bore you, up, don't let the roof spoil