I knew I was gon' see you againI knew I was gon' see you again.I knew I was gon' see you again...Where your goddamn book bag at? Always carryin' that little book bag.Nobody wanna see that goddamn 4th grader.Sit your ass down.Showin' up late again like he got somethin' else to do.You don't got nothin' else to do.You ain't doin' nothin' with your life.Nothin' with your life.What do you think this is?You better look at me when I'm talkin' to you! You think this shit's easy, don't you? You think this is promised.Ain't nothin' promised to you!Look at my face, do I got a promised face? You think I would promise you anything? Kanye! Nigga! Is you snorin' in my class? Wake up, Mr. West. Wake Up Mr. West!Mr. West!

Wake up, Mr. West! Kanye WestUh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah. And I heard 'em say Nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today From the Chi, Like Tim, it's a Hardaway Till this is in the name of love, like Robert say Before you ask me to go get a job today, Can I at least get a raise on the minimum wage? And I know the government administer aids, So I guess we just pray like the minister say Abu Akhbar be throwin' some hot cause Things we seein' on the screen not ours But these niggas from the hood, so these dreams not far Where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars But they can't cop cars without seein' cop cars I guess they want us all behind bars, I know it, uh. And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, todayAnd I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today But we'll find a way. Adam LevineAnd nothin's ever promised tomorrow todayAnd nothin' lasts forever, but be honest babyIt hurts, but it may be the only way. Kanye WestThey say people in your life for seasons And anything that happen is for a reason And niggas gun-clappin' and keep to squeezin' And gran' keep prayin' and keep believin' In Jesus, and one day that she'll see him. It's alive, I feel him breathin' Claimin' money is the key, so keep on dreamin' And put them lottery tickets just to tease us My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down, So now my little cousin smokin' them cigarettes now His job try to claim that he too niggerish now Is it cause his skin blacker than licorice now? I can't figure it out, sick of it now. And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow, today And I heard 'em say, nothin's ever promised tomorrow today But we'll find a way. Adam LevineAnd nothin's ever promised tomorrow todayAnd nothin' lasts forever, but be honest babyIt hurts, but it may be the only way.With every worthless word we get more far awayAnd nothin's ever promised tomorrow todayAnd nothin' lasts forever, but be honest, babyIt hurts, but it may be the only way.

Featuring Lupe Fiasco I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'm a touch the sky Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'm a touch the sky Back when they thought pink polos would hurt the Roc, Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed. I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the Lox. Now let's go. Take 'em back to the plan... Me and my mama hopped in the U-Haul van. Any pessimists I ain't talk to them, Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment. Let's take 'em back to the club. Least about an hour I would stand on line, I just wanted to dance. I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance. I just wanted to shine. Jay's favorite line: "Dog, in due time" Now he look at me, like "Damn, dog, you where I am" A hip hop legend,I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven. I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'm a touch the sky Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'm a touch the sky Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the worldNow let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la Top of the world, baby. T-Top of the world Back when Gucci was the shit to rock, Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop, I would do anything to say "I got it," Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket. Before anybody wanted K-West beats, Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC. Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns, Like "Man, these niggas that much better than me?" Baby, I'm going on an aeroplane, And I don't know if I'll be back again. Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets, But when she came to kick it, things became different. Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on. I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long. I'm trying to write my wrongs, But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song. Now, I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky You gonna touch the sky baby girl!Testify, come up in the spot Looking extra fly 'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third? Lupe steal like Lupin the Third. Here like ear till I'm beer on the curb Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge Let's slow it down like we're on the syrupBottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's. But, before you say another word, I'm back on the block like a man on the street. I'm trying to stop Lion like I'm Mumm-Ra, But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat. Engarde, Touche Lupe cool as the unthawed, But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge. Come as correct as a porn star, In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car. So, I represent the first. Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly 'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky You gonna touch the sky baby girl!Testify, come up in the spot Looking extra fly 'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky We back at home, baby Sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high Sky, Sky high I'm, I'm sky high Yeah! Keep it rollin'Feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!

Jamie FoxxShe take my money - well, I'm in needYea she's a triflin' friend indeedOh, she's a gold digger - way over townThat digs on me (She gives me money)Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas(She gives me money)Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas (I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head. Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salonWith a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarmShe said, I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charmFar as girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm And your arm, but I'm lookin' for the one. Have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have an ass like SerenaTrina, Jeena-fah Lopez, four kidsAn' I gotta take all they bad ass to show-bizOkay, get your kids, but then they got their friendsI pulled up in the Benz, they all got up inWe all went to din and then I had to payIf you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paidYou know why? It take too much to touch herFrom what I heard she got a baby by BustaMy best friend said she used to fuck with UsherI don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her (She gives me money)Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh(She gives me money)Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh (I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head 18 years...18 years...She got one of yo kids, got you for 18 yearsI know somebody payin' child support for one of his kidsHis baby mama car and crib is bigger than hisYou will see him on TV any given SundayWin the Superbowl and drive off in a HyundaiShe was s'pose to buy your shorty TYCO with your moneyShe went to the doctor got lipo with your moneyShe walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your moneyShould've got that insured, GEICO for your money (money...money)If you ain't no punkHolla "We want prenup" (We want prenup!)Yeah! It's something that you need to have'Cause when she leave your ass she gon' leave with half18 years...18 years...And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his (She gives me money)Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh(She gives me money)Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger - uh(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas - uh (I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down - uh(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down - uh(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needsYou don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weedYou got out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leaveThere's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleevesBut while ya'll washin', watch himHe gon' make it into a Benz out of that DatsunHe got that ambition, baby, look at his eyesThis week he moppin' floors, next week it's the friesSo, stick by his sideI know this dude's ballin', but yeah that's niceAnd they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girlAnd when you get on, he leave yo' ass for a white girl. (I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head get down(I gotta leave)Get down girl, go 'head Let me hear that back....

I brought you brothers here to start our own fraternityBroke Phi Broke, we ain't got it.Broke Phi Broke we ain't got itNo, we have no money We are sharin' jeans.If I go outside, I got the only clothing on.How many cars do we own?None!How many cars do we own?None, sir!Should we let go and be with the cat in the car?Yes, we will.Why? Because we can't afford gas. Say it with me!We can't afford no gas!Say it!We can't afford no gas!So we ain't drivin'!

Kanye WestDrive slow homey... drive slow homey...You never know homey might meet some hoes homeyYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey. My homie Marty used to stay, Sunny 9th and MayOne of my best friends from back in the dayDown the street from Calumet, a school full of stonesHe nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me aloneBulls jacket with his hat broke way offAnd walked around the mall with his radio face offPlus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand, keys in his handReason again to let you know he's the manBack when we rocked the leases, he had dreams of CapricesDrove by the teachers, even more by policesHow he get the cash the day his father passed awayLeft him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin'Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavyHit Lakeshore girls, go all crazyHit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80Boned so much that summer, even had him a babySee back back then then if you had a carYou was the Chi-Town version of BabyAnd I was just a virgin, a babyOne of the reasons I looked up to him crazyI used to love to play my demo tape when the system yankedFelt like I was almost signed when the shit got crankedWe'll take a Saturday and just circle the mallThey had they Lakers and our Royals, we was hurtin 'em allWith the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but DawgFuck all that flirtin' I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, soPut me on with these hoes homeyHe told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homey. Drive slow homey...Drive slow.You never know homey, about these hoes homeyYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey. Paul WallWhat it do; I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin'The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'llacTrunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxedI'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladiesAllow me to introduce you to my CL MercedesIt's a star-studded event when I valet parkOpen up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the darkYou see them fo's crawlin, you see them screens fallin'The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin crooked in my slabBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cabA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrillaRidin' somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillarI'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that ScrewI'm lookin' for them hoes baby what it do. Kanye WestDrive slow homey... GLCTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes. Kanye WestDrive slow homey... GLCIf you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go. Kanye WestDrive slow homey... GLCLive today cause tomorrow man, you never know... Kanye WestYou never know homey, might meet some hoes homeyYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homeyMy car's like the movie, my car's like the cribI got mo' TV's in here than where I live. GLCAnd that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shitAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin' seriousI got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rimsI got the baller genetics baby this evidenceYou see a player flickin' and how you ain't convincedThat you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Little' Bit"Just a lil' bitI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chainMy canaries is gleamin' through my angel wingsThey see me, hoes actin' like they seen a kingWith that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali greenMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on VoguesMy cylinder quiet, like tip-toesI sold O's, and this I knowWhen you see them hoes, lil' homey drive slow. Kanye WestDrive slow homey... drive slow homey...You never know homey, might meet some hoes homeyYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homeyDrive slow homey.

(feat. Common) CommonYeah. [Electronic Voice:]I'm on my way home. CommonThey say home is where the hate isMy dome is where fate isI stroll where souls get lost like vegasSeen through the eyes of rebel glassesPray to god that my arms reach the massesThe young smoke grass in grassless junglesRubberband together in cashless bundlesWe wear struggling chainsDivided only hustle remainsMaking sense of it we hustle for changeRevolution ain't a gameIt's another nameFor life fightingSomeone to stay in they corner like Mike TysonHypes fighting for hits to heighten they hellDon't he know he only get as high as he fellShow money becomes bailRelationships become jailChildren are unheldI wish love was for saleBehold the paleHorse got me trapped like R. Kel', I bail and it... [Electronic Voice:]Might not be such a good idea if I never, never went home againI'm on my way homeI left 3 days agoBut no one seems to know I'm goneHome is where the hatred isHome is filled with pain and itMight not be such a good idea if I neverNever went home again.

Kanye WestThat's that crack music niggaThat real black music niggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. The GameThat's that crack music niggaThat real black music niggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. Kanye WestHow we stop the black panthers?Ronald Reagan cooked up an answerYou hear that?What Gil Scott was hearin'When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin.Crack raised the murder rate in DC and MarylandWe invested in that it's like we got Merrill LynchAnd we been hangin' from the same tree ever sinceSometimes I feel the music is the only medicineSo we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell itThe fiends cop itNowadays they cant tell if that's that good shitWe ain't sure manPut the CD on your tongue yeah, that's pure man. Kanye WestThat's that crack music niggaThat real black music niggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. The GameThat's that crack music niggaThat real black music niggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. From the place where the fathers gone,The mothers is hardly homeAnd the...Gonna lock us up in a...homeHow the Mexicans say we just tryin' to party homesThey wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoamWho gave Saddam anthrax?George Bush got the answersBack in the hood it's a different type of chemical,Arm and Hammer baking sodaRaised they own quotaWritin' when our soldiers ran for the stove cause...Cause dreams of being 'Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein' a dopemanTa bein' a president look theres hope manThis that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man,Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin'.And this is the soundtrack,This the type of music you make when you round that...Crack music nigga,That real black music nigga. The GameThat's that crack music niggaThat real black music niggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. Kanye WestGod-how could you let this happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, happen?La-la-la [etc.] Kanye WestThat's that crack music, crack musicThat real black music, black musicLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. The GameThat's that crack music niggaThat real black music niggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. Kanye WestThat's that crack music, crack musicThat real black music, black music.La-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la. Malik YusefOur father, give us this day our daily bread ...give us these days and take our daily bread,See I done did all this ole bullshitAnd to atone I throw a little somethin', somethin' on the pulpit.We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shitAnd what we gave back was crack musicAnd now we ooze it through they nooks and cranniesSo our mama's ain't got to be they cooks and nanniesAnd we gonna repo everything they ever took from GrammyNow the former slaves trade hooks for GrammiesThis dark dixon has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it.We gon' keep baggin up this here crack music.

I know it's past visiting hoursBut can I please give her these flowers?The doctor don't wanna take proceduresHe claimed my heart can't take the anesthesiaIt'll send her body into a seizureThe little thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beeping,Hey chick, I'm at a lost for wordsWhat do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine?Tell her everything gone be fine? But I wouldn't be lying,The family crying, They want her to live, and she tryingI'm arguing like what kind of doctor can we fly inYou know the best medicine go to people that's paid,If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDSAnd all the broke motherfuckers past awayYou tellin' me if my grandma was in the NBARight now she would be okay?But since she was just a secretary workin' for the churchFor 35 years things s'posed to stop right hereMy grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he's strong,That's where I get my confidence fromI asked the nurse, "Did you do the research?"She asked me "Can you sign some t-shirts?"Bitch Is you smokin' reefer?You don't see that we hurtBut still I smileThe roses come to see meAnd I can't wait for a sunny dayI'm seeing it through your eyesCan't wait for the clouds to break. They outside of the emergency room, roomYou can feel my heart beat, beat, beatIf she gone pull through we gone find out soonBut right now she sleep, sleep, sleepMy mama say, they say she could pass away any dayHey chick what these doctors know anywayLet me see the X-rays I ain't no expert, I'm just hurtCousin Kim took off for workPlus my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Clair and Aunt JeanSo many Aunties, we could have an Auntie teamFeel like Amerie "It's this one thing."When they said that she made it you see the eyes gleamI think we at an all time highTo get there we run, we fly, we driveCause with my family we know where home isSo instead of sending flowersWe the roses... I smileThe roses come to see meAnd I can't wait for a sunny dayI'm seeing it through your eyesCan't wait for the clouds to break. Who brings the sunshine? Oh I smileThe roses come to see meAnd I can't wait for a sunny dayI'm seeing it through your eyesCan't wait for the clouds to break.

BrandyI always knew that one dayThey'd try to bring me downWow, one day, they tried to bring me downALways knew that one day, they would try to bring me downDown, way down. KanyeWe gon' to mass today, we have to prayBesides what the pastor say, I have to saySince Pac passed awayMost you rappers don't even deserve a track from meYou see, if you evern wanted to ever be anythingThere'd always be somebody that shoot down any dreamThere'll always be haters, that's the way it isHater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kidsBut they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive'Cause when I was barely livin, that's what kept me aliveJust the thought that maybe it could be better than what we at at this timeMake it out of this grind, 'fore I'm out of my mindAnd get some lee way on the he say she sayYou girl don't like me, how long has she been gaySpanish girls say "No able ingle"And everybody want to run to me for their singleIt's funny how these wack niggas need my helpWasn't around when I couldn't feed myselfDog, If I was you, I wouldn't feel myselfDog, If I was you, I wouldn't hurt myselfMade a mill myself, and I'm still myselfAnd I'm a look in the mirror if I need some helpAsk me from the heart, y'all all frontin'Everybody feel a way about K but at least y'all feel somethin'. BrandyWhy you come here, I bet it only it was forget to get youWhat kind of dream we found, see I'm often at your cross wayforgetting it was that heaven let you. They tried to bring me down BrandyI always knew that one dayThey'd try to bring me downWow, one day, they tried to bring me downAlways knew that one day, they would try to bring me downDown, way down. I always knew that one dayThey'd try to bring me downWow, one day, they tried to bring me downAlways knew that one day, they would try to bring me downDown, way down. I always knew that one dayThey'd try to bring me downWow, one day, they tried to bring me downAlways knew that one day, they would try to bring me downDown, way down. I always knew that one dayThey'd try to bring me downWow, one day, they tried to bring me downAlways knew that one day, they would try to bring me downDown, way down. I always knew that one dayThey'd try to bring me downWow, one day, they tried to bring me downAlways knew that one day, they would try to bring me downDown, way down.