so many things I'd like to ask you And there are so many things I still don't know And there are so many things I'd like to ask you Still, yet so many
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just ain't the same [Chorus] There are so many things I'd like to ask you And there are so many things I still don't know And there are so many things
Roper I really can't see the end getting any closer But I'll probably still be the man when everything is over So I'm riding through this city with my high
out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so
s to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
I been so many places (all around the world) So many unfamiliar faces Oh I pray everyday (everyday) To keep from going crazy I been so many places (all
lookin' for a silly gimmick Gotta get away can't take it for another minute This town was made of many things Just look at what the current brings So high
a screw face So many too fake Checking the height, they say they ready to ride Im on the inside looking at the outside So its a accurate reflection City
And winter is here So many reminders that Christmas is near I love streets at night ablaze with light The cities all a glow But there's one thing I love
so many things I never asked you There are so many things I still don't know There are so many things you never told me And still so many things that
s to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone
don't start slippin Money won't talk, but it looks right back Everytime I dip into my stack I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phones Things I couldn't get with a high
$hort, tell 'em) I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit I never sold company due, I can't knock it 'Cuz the inner city public school
we bettin' big loot, makin green an lovin' hootchie prostitutes jewels an big high rollin to the big part of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so
