everything (You're everything I want in a woman) Girl, you're my everything (You're everything I need in a woman) 'Cause you're my angel, you're my heart girl (You're my angel, you're my heart girl) 'Cause you're my everything
means to me Cause we gotta be [Chorus 2x:] Your my (your my) angel (angel) Your my (your my) heart girl Cause your my everything (your everything I want in a woman) Girl your my everything (your everything I need in a woman) [Verse 2
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wish I was home I got cha on the phone [Verse 2:] Girl your my everything (your everything I need in a woman ) Cause your my everything (your everything
: Talking ( B.G.) Wuz happenin' man? Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz Ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C.,
, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2
make me feel good Girl you make me feel good Girl you make me feel good [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] My cafali bitch stay in L.A. And my prada mama live in B.K
? Black love brown pride and the sets again Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends
ham hogs and see your mustard greens And turn you O.U.T. in my B.E.D then wash it all down with a glass of sweet tea And everything I love imma freak
to everyone in Halifax Ha Joe Run, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J-Bru, Bonshah, can't forget Ground Squad, Spesh K, J-Bizzy, my little brother Mic B, M2
Chorus] [Outro] Sendin this out for everyone in Halifax Joe One, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J Brew Can't forget Ground Squad, Spec K, ha J Bizzy My little broter Mike B, M2
ALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP [B-Real] A couple scums in the street We don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime But I won't blink We go against everything
fame, let me explain What happends to these stars and their big brains First they get played like all damn day Long as you sell everything will be O.K
It's about like 11 p.m And we just rollin through the city Bumpin that screw B.m.o U.g.k Lil keke And I feel like Everything just movin slow And I take
somethin. Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I ain't (K-Reilly) K-Rab baby
I might be (repeat 3 times) Yeeaaaaahhh! [Verse 1:] East Atlanta slum man is where I come from Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue Now everything
