shit You leaned in for another New years kiss Just leave me alone, your own your own Its been years I love you to death A heart full of love (not
(feat. Montell Jordan) [Verse 1: E A Ski] And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, hell yeah And it don't quit, and it don't stop Fool
s I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll knock your heart out your chest
up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war It don't stop, it won't stop until we
your hands up If you in the back come on, throw your hands up If you in the front, you can throw your hands up If you on the side, you can throw your
the highs and you're filled with the lows The beat starts pumpin into your toes You start pumpin your fingers and stompin your feet And movin your body cause you're sittin in your
[Big L:] Yo, here's another smooth song to get your groove on Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand
You ain't got no pride, there's a snitch in the wire. Your fan base knows that you're gangsta is dying I won't stop until that wanksta retires, I'm gone
Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether
L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover? I'm the truth; give you proof and your
you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it? But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it Someone did your mother like that, that'
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for
't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
full of rage, 'cause the bullshit you started, Put your vest on, bitch, and watch; I'll aim for your head. [M-Child] Get your shit together, nigga, before your
jump your ass in the trunk Pull out the blunt Then light it on up Lay it on back And and get fucked up As soon as you hit it You hear your heart beat
it out for you to let it out Now don't regret it Get embedded to the back drop Positioned there with your cash crop Envision night as the last stop Don
your pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man? L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place I wanna
microphone I'm not your average man I cool out sometimes, I save my best rhymes and then the toy boy thinks that he can come and get mine Let your friends