VIP Lay your body all over me a duece, second lil dose for me And i heard about your reputation Baby dont you keep it real I wana get with you The little
state With the Word Live by the Word Die by the Word [Verse Two: Mic] Every match is like a Royal Rumble Every man for himself With every step I take
: The song was written by folk singer and composer Mimi Farina (Joan Baez sister) and dedicated to Janis Joplin. The lyrics may differ a little from
wealthy sod looking tough with a shooter i'll stick up the bank and take out, all that cash i'll be, such a smash my baby needs the best of everything lifes little
take a giant step don't know where I'll end up yet the devil or the deep blue sea there's always someone watching over me the power of communication every little
rid of inhibitions Makes a little exhibition Turn it on Lossen up Cos you're really gonna wipe 'em out Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you Watch your step
a little bit of help to ease the weak a thousand steps i never learn i end up falling with every turn and thats what this is all about a little bit
This From The Very Start, You Would Always Mean The World To Me, Without You My Life'd Be Incomplete, Ooooo.. Baby, U Kno I Always Love To See You Smile, A Little Step
a little time to make it a little better, it's only going out, just one thing and another, you know! You know! Took a little time to make it a little
: [Intro] Ah.. Just a minute, erm, this is a little to controversial, and I don`t think.. erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch
smile and started to laugh I could see the sucka duck muthafucka gettin mad He had a frown on his face, he was hotter than fire He wasn't competition but just a little
I stretch out my feet Say a thank you prayer then I brush up my teeth A little exercise then I grab something to eat Put on a piece of clothing and then step
, and shed so many tears Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step, to bring
s a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step
street really And every hood let you grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
s the mentality Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little
plan, plot, and strategize Capitolize, mobilize We in the war y'all It's for all y'all My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is
the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man Cops step off