s got to know that she's the one. i can feel it, i believe it. i just want you to know. i can see you, i might meet you. i don't want to go. now i'm
it means a lot less It's just a place for the dust in my room to rest I see the letters that were written for me They said you cared and I totally believed They didn't
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles To make Him love you Oh, He's cold by any city's standards
I see white sails (sails) Let?s pretend we don?t exist Let?s pretend we?re in Antarctica Let's pretend we don?t exist Let?s pretend we?re in an Antarctica
the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the
throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice Chorus: [Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather
I?ve been to jail before That?s what hell is dog My niggas back and forth like it?s a damn resort This is for my niggas that grind and have pistols on them Don?t play
pussy like a .44, I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest, We don put them other niggas on a
Let's go, the world ends tonight Have a drink with me and let's make tonight go down In history, in history, yeah Let's play make believe it's the last
you play My heart that you play on Grab like a crayon I can?t walk away - (Chorus ? 2X) Before you, My whole life was acapella! Now a symphony?s The
lacc yellow white people I just 6ouGht a K, Just the other day And I don't play with Grown men I don't like to play I'm so mothafuccin turned up riGht
Neighborhood dealer man, understand Homie it don't really matter what you say Bitch, I'm gettin' money If I ain't getting money then I'm getting pussy I don't play
fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges feeling like
holla at me ross I comin through wit Jada another D block boss 2 guns down t shirt with these all crown I meetin rose capoile on the other side of town
Ahh Other Other, 'ther A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace Achieve
My little white grains are nothin' but waste Soft and deadly and bitter to taste I'm a world of power and all know it's true Use me once and you'll