[monica]
It's a class reunion, you come home from the atm (oh yeah)
[wyclef]
Monica you ready, oh yeah
Man she look so good
Rolling through the hood
God bless the dead (bless the dead)
Jerry wonder knock on wood
She was a ghetto queen, yeah
Turned into a fiend, yeah
Night i heard her scream
To a nightmare dream, oh yeah (oh)
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time
So much dope on the streets
That i'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah
[chorus wyclef]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, i'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world
[chorus monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, i'm still your friend
And i'm a love you till the end
[monica]
Said he looks so real
When he was running on the football field
I love the cheerleader scream his name
Even in he had game
But didn't show up at the class reunion
And when i asked one of my girls what happened
That's when they told me he got life in prison
Caught up in the system
Trying to be a kingpin
The story never ever ends
He was mine, he was fine
He was hip, he was hot
He was too fly, butterfly
It was his time, it was his time (oh why, oh why, oh why)
So much dope on the streets
And i'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah
[chorus monica]
[chorus wyclef]
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