ok ohhh, do I make it easier, are you still afraid? I don't misunderstand Oh, oh, oh, oh (X100) In our hearts, not, Our minds are lost Are we? Will we
ohhh, do I make it easier, are you still afraid? I don't misunderstand Oh, oh, oh, oh (X100) In our hearts, not, Our minds are lost Are we? Will we
maker's Numbers every summer, bump in the night, funny, will he catch and release? em? Has he mercy, will he hack 'em to pieces? Is he dirty, will he
what? " Hey, hey [Queen Latifah:] "I don't care what you say" You see we don't got nothin' to say so we gon' So we gon' make a damn song about nothin'
on another bitch, to show you I don't love you bitch. [Killa Cam:] Ayo we's about to rush dis, cats I will justice, racks... yea we crushed it, gats... yea we
s born a-gain A brotha' like little Jack'll warn a Sista like the Queen of Clubs That next to the King of Hearts these dudes in the Club are scrubs Yeah
world we get LOVE We get LOVE! WE GET LOVE!!! We get, love everywhere we go We get love at ev-ery show We get love everywhere we ride We get love at ev
we're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate But before we let the herd out the gate Make sure the levels are straight out the jungle (The Jungle, the Jungle
, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth Yeah we
you got sixty-five niggaz on your team And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth Yeah we
cherry heads are minimum [N-Tyce] Yo, yo, yo, projects of elimination We jack some like Rhythm Nations Got your hard speed like we drag racin We lab
are minimum [N-Tyce of Deadly Venoms] Yo, yo, yo, projects of elimination We jack some like Rhythm Nations Got your hard speed like we drag racin We
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the
of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high
that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
