off of your face Here take my hand pretend you know my man Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game [Sample] (???) is a thing that we love
I asked for it Seven travels offered states with a case and fake passport I want to shelter everybody from the snakes And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for
the weed smoke makes me wonder How I keep from going under [AZ the Visualiza] And all hoods I hang with mix slang in they language Love, kickin that
Coast (Hurry) (Follow me) [A+] Seal em off the one who doubts the A+ now where yo nuts at Let em fall the basketball i'm asking y'all Naw fuck it i'm
on ship she all over me When I rise my whip she all over me Like ride on right she all over me Yo boys nothin' night she all over me Just like a handlin' club he's all
Elven underworld Colours of the stars Their dens seal the love That lies above Elven underworld So far from the stars Their dens seal the love For the
want you to know That you got that bomb love making baby, love making baby Bomb love making baby, baby, ok, so Verse 2: For those who know me it'
no need for vocal coachin Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for Starvin Students
my love cannot be true Please believe me, my love, and I'll show you I will give you those things you thought unreal The sun, the moon, the stars all
met You are the first to have this love of mine Forever with me 'till the end of time Your love for me has just got to be real Before you know the way
out who I am I'm moved around in circles I rise and fall again I know it well Every word I tell Seems to make no sense at all Words Will heal it Love
ll justify So much to take Before I start to break Rattle my cage Stir up my rage Try and trip, with a diss Your ignorance is my sweet bliss Seal it with the lovely
[Bizzy] Yeah, this for all you non-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die You can see what's
now I can't count all my new hoes And stuck dick, in the throat of these slut chicks That you call yours, y'all gals all whores But bitches still ain'
they aint much u can do but get drunk n roll another blunt withchya crew but all the ??? soldiers i feel im due for a blessn late nite toatn a tech jus for
to hate, you seal my fate The thoughts of perfection enslaved The truth remains to guide the way These blessings won't take away The presence of evil, the source of all
s time for fasting Life everlasting, offer thy I-self lord and master and all things in my circumfrence Lord Jamar makes a difference I have no tolerance for