scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love
be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal
open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love And fuck the
is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for
(feat. Keyshia Cole) [Verse 1: 2pac] Wassup Boo (Ha Ha Yeaaa) Another Shady Mission,Tricks Like Watching Pictures And Hazy Vision.Tonight Is Love Making
to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your
girls are made the same, they all need a little love And the magic of the moment Exploded with desire When the time is right, the sparks ignite And set the night on fire
(feat. Ghostface Killah) [Ghostface] I can't fall down on my knees (I thought you loved me) And apologise to you (If you really loved me you would
like a slinky the way she move make a dude stop blinking Uh, Uh, Oh, Oh, now we leaving back to my place, I'm a rap star, Shorty I love the way, you play
Tuck your head between your knees I love you and we'll always be together There's not much left to say And words can't help us now But squeeze my hand
long like a December snow That just won?t let go Let?s hold on to Christmas this year Long ago and far away Love was born on Christmas day A cattle stall
I remember that first day I heard Your voice I could feel your quiet peace Drown away the nose Your oracle of truth Still rings in my head I?ve come
every day full metal, I?m from the ghetto Where teens forced to settle so they scream like a kettle Gang bang and exchange drugs they try to peddle Lost love
born unto deceit and hate, black child of fate, now rule supreme Fire, counsellor of vehemence, cleanser of sins, sweep over me Till my judgement day
it down for all the thugsters And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what [Slim Thug] Slim and 50 gon drop classics, to the day they drop
your tryna fight momentum?' We just keep winnin', by landslides oh en umm Shady Limited's, in any size yo' Denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire