need your love, I want your love Girl it ain't the same if I ain't got your love [Chorus] Your love, your love, your love, your love, all I want is you
your body, tonight I ain't leavin' this pub without your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love All I really want is your love Oh
love I want ur love girl it aint da same if I aint got ur love ur love ur love ur love ur love all I want is yu baby all I want is yu baby all I
your love I want your love Girl it ain't the same if I ain't got your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, all I want is you baby, all I want
a prison of a loving thing the twinkle in your eyes is gone the money that has made you wrong discontent with only love and happy with your dirty stuff
brother and a pussy surveyor Now y'all ain't heard? You better go ask your mother That your sister's being dicked by Marquis, your brother My seven
now what you call that? So much love on the streets I can take a fall back My credentials is based on all facts some things you can hate on We all macks so if your
want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee Tryin' to act like it's all that Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work Get on your knees (Where
Bronco lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down
made you a man again and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape It's a fools fate without your word your a shell of
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your
my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money Just those that love me to pretend to love
Ssomething like A cold blooded killer I'm filthy, dirty With the money my nigga I done ran Through more cars Then your Rolls Rroyce dealer I put that On my god-daughter I love
Cent] East Coast, West Coast Up North, the Dirty South This goes out to all my thugs Worldwide I see the struggle Try and stay alive, ya heard? One love, yeah one love
