you (spend my life with you) (remix) I'll give my all to you (I'll give my all to you) I promise that I will never lie (to you girl) [R. Kelly:]
I hate plastic surgeons And I hope they all fucking die! How do you like that? And I like him, I like him a lot I want to touch him but I can't Excuse
you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put
and I'll show you the world and I'll show you the world and I'll show you the world and I'll show you the world She looking up at me as I walk in the
like Micheal Jackson (to the beat y'all) Deep Breath and I'm ready for action Dance like Micheal Jackson I don't stop 'cause I'm the king of pop Spin
: (feat. Twiztid) (I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you You all know you're my homies
catch me And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY (Baby I, I said I sport fly shit, I should win the Espy... I'm really in another league, babe...
I'll give you a phone call I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll get back at ya, oh-oh And when I call don't give me the run-around I ain't gonna have you
I know I act a fool, but I promise you I'm going back to school I appreciate that you alive for me, I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama) [Verse
Michael Jackson Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson I play 'Ready for the World' - she was ready for some action My dawg said you aint
girls look like Halle Berry to me So excuse me miss, I forgot your name Thank you, God bless you, good night I came.. I came... I came.. [Chorus] It'
I know I act a fool, but I promise you I'm going back to school I appreciate what you allowed for me, and I, I just want you to be proud of me (hey Mama
six dutches, yo I got a half on me I'm like a dinosaur, spikes in my back, bony When I get out the streets, I ain't going back Homie, real mo', you know
When I was drug dealing, man (yeah) I made a killing, man (yeah) I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram Fuck how your feeling, man (what) I'm a villain
of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla
like Michael Jackson, It don't matter how much scrilla, You got, you still a nigga, They either assassinate your character, frame ya, or they kill you, I
Then i got to split lik James Brown it all luv i come back around and if she back it up then I back it down Tell me something is you ready for me babe