oh baby How am I suppose to carry on, I find myself singing the same old song If you hear me, have it in ur heart but please come back to me (oh baby
would crush y'all Too smart to get caught But I got fam up north So if they put me in coughs I'll call fuck y'all [CHORUS] [Kool G Rap] Knock back the
no haters allowed Nothing but pimps and playas, and plenty women going down Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky Full of them pills leaning, my people gotta come and get me
Get Your Number The Number 7, 7 Digits You Know You're Feeling Me You Know, Just Give Me Your Number [Chorus:] Can I Get Your Number Babe Them Seven Digits Shorty (Seven
relaxin' in penthouse suites with seven hos at my feet To dress me, caress me, to lead me, to guide me Protect me in, perfect be in love, don't stress me
in the back got the indo With a hookup, a hundredd dollars for a half ounce I got to hit it, get it and bounce So right back to the place that I started from Get back
that blasphemy in here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me My family
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine [slowed
you wanna turn on me? Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?) When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?) Cause I'm a T-H with the
in those seven inch heels Across my back She's so tough the way she turns me round Tears me up never lets me down Can't shake it Well she starts me up and turns me
I use it help me living in this life Shiver shimmering the fright politicks ain't gonna hold me down If you thought so then you don't know me clown Feet
ya Come here mayn [50/50 Twin:] Vibrate like a vibrator, you vibrant thang Back it up on my brain, so you can see how I hang Once you give me the green
the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if
em can suck me - I'm still mad I got the cream to make a murder scene If y'all niggaz ain't shootin y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me [Chorus
and a bottle of dom True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me I know you like the sound of the booms
all over my Ace hood Chain fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me good BRAIN Take the package up the temple come back home and get PAID Seven Days about
