heart beating like a drum As we lie on the floor But before that precious moment comes We got one more No two more We got a few more kisses to go Hold
your heart beating like a drum As we lie on the floor But before that precious moment comes We got one more No two more We got a few more kisses to go
a corner with a pack of marijuana middle finger to haters, nigga you're fuckin' with the greatest [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on a
abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence
away Slowly slowly slipping away It'll be gone in a few more days If you don't stop this love of ours from slipping away Wednesday's kisses are Thursday
go head son, be a good little henpecked nigga she know anyway, that's just for respect nigga Chorus Now you sittin' on classified data, a woman betrayed now that's a
few more rap acts Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he
a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's
right, right? Good, begin the show Go on ahead boy and open up the first door [Shaggy 2 Dope] Welcome to a theatrical thriller Meet Jack Doobie a serial killer With a
lonesome, I could die Chorus: So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wiat for me, hold me like you never let me go, 'cause I'm leaving on a
style from, they try to reverse the outcome I'm like - TOUGH! I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin
a bitch ain't one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But
hit me! Now once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps Bag enough coke to last a few weeks In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats You really wanna test my name? And
for Santa Claus, so bake a turkey, burn a few logs I be there soon, on my sled, me and Rudolph thugs think I'm a Blood 'cause I won't take this red suit
a giant hologram of the president head Above my projects Or the night crawling down like a panther From a tree where the fog sets Where you hear a whisper
