to die for you I'll die for you I said Don't close your eyes now angel I can't bare to see you cry Licking your lips so sweet and nice Let's do it now
Well, it started off with a kiss how could it end up like this? you meant too much to me but then you through it all away it's the tone across my lips
m your babygirl? Would I be your whole wide world? Would I be the apple of your eye? Would you ever want to make me cry? If you really want me by your
loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your
in this bitch close the doors up Mines up, yours up, get your bars up Hold up, freeze up, G's and hearts up Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust
and their wrecking balls because this is where I'll stay, so it's three cheers for fast escapes and lucky breaks and a toast to close calls. Forget every fucking nightmare, count your blessings
frenzy hold up Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try Fuck it, I'm better than the best of them King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together While I'm blessing
12 songs in the last 12 years Do the math right there That's 144, on a one a month average And that don't even count what I produced for other rappers
when it's right in front ya I done see mothers turn on they own kids Money make brothers turn on one another. Even make each other split the other's wig
of a Flic' born westside Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my Niggas with the bottle, get the top Then pour out the back door when its war Armor to your brothers stay clean Watch your
fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it) Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right) Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA
Victory, look here, (look here) Blessin's to the men that walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive) We all in a test of time, (God bless us) One
out wih something european on them buttons I been rich since I was 11. my grams look like 7's my killers look like reverends. yea u better count yo blessings
and the chrome that I pack I used to chill on the West Side at The Dove Shack on Delta, helter skelter, have you ever felt a nigga run through your ass
Do you make, make your own? 'Cause you're all on your own Do you all make, make your own? 'Cause you're all on your own Do you make, make your own? '
back in the seats Being broke is a joke, I never found it funny That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money [Chorus 1] [Fabolous] Some
a be right there by your side Never let your down never need to cry Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your
Michigan? Huh? [Verse 4 - Freeway] "Man this recession got a nigga stressin (uh) Lost my job but I'm alive, so I'm a count my blessings (count 'em) Your
