What would you do if my heart was torn in two More than words to show you feel That your love for me is real What would you say if I took those words away Then
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me" [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] I thought the Earth saw, saw it all I thought they wasn't ready for no more? It's time for a new beginning For every action
only ones who can not do it but they are the ones who will go to all extremes to do it * laughing * (check it out) * then laughing some more * They can
open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word
more ill I hope I am not alone, that would be terrible If I am celebrating and that'd be a miracle At least for my interconnected introspective perspective The more
Lo why you do it like that? You aint have to bustin all like that, man Makin these lil rappers feel like they can't rap DAMN I got some more, I got some more
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
wonder why we rather die, then let the beef go? Stay feelin stress, greed, lust and jealousy My people cope by usin cess, speed, dust and LSD D, more
and get me.. get me. get me [Canibus (Kurupt)] Theres absolutely no way to get me The Ripper is more talented than Mr. Ripley And more risky than circus
t bullshit around Tounge in my ear, real slow And then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode Pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload Music
in space jus' waitin' (word!) Cookin' up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin'! (you nerves!) Listen! - Cause I ain't got the time to blog Words with the strugglin
(feat. Tha Dogg Pound, Snoop) [Snoop] Rage... what does that word mean, Rage? Out-Rage-ous, vindictive... conspicuous All about it, got to have it
man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?" But his man is like, "Psych yo" Take it from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like
this nigga, his man over here be like, "Yo What nigga, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo" Can get from one extreme to the next And my shit always
the pupil My depiction of Zion more fruitful Queens getting they crowns bent, domestic entrapment Battered and bruised, nursing they wounds out the cabinet Free up word
Y'all niggas ain't ready for Berg to drop bomb Blowin' your block up and I'm hot like napalm Crumble yo wack shit then I mash with my sceptor Hollywood
