Black love No end in sight Black love No rest tonight Black love (? ) is right Black love Feels so twisted (? ) Black love (? ) the night Black love
I can see you You can see me I can hear you You can hear me I can feel you You can feel me I can see you You can see me I can hear you You can hear me
rotting in your arms In my head In my head I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain In my head In my head (? ) side of my head
Is that I never never got my way I'm out of this world And I'm never comin' back Ever since that day by the side of the road I got a smile on my face
shake these troubles off of me I can't move I can't speak And I can't shake these troubles off of me Wound up so tight again My soul seeps out it's
Had money in my pocket But he had a gun How was I to know That I was a lucky one? You got me through this time But my time will come When things get
today My target Is your eyes My target Is...your...eyes My target Is your eyes My target Is...your...eyes My target Is your eyes My target Is...your...eyes My
your oven And begin to bake Love me (? ) burns I'm alive Love me Until I hate White hot White hot White hot Love me (? ) me My life collision course Love me Consume my
Swimming in the main stream is such a lame dream No method to the madness Beat my head against the wall Tension builds up so quickly My judgement becomes affected And without my
rich Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s*** N**** trip I'll go for your head [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'll have your
be rich Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your head 50 Cent I'll have your nigga
is how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes And right you better, move! AK all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece I'm B.I.G. like Diddy
the little black bag i bet he'll be back tryna wave tha white flag nigga-nerve of u sayin i wouldnt find another u dont bump yo head, u gon need me
I'm on it now, I been a king Million man march in my trunk, you hear the dream (get it shawty) Cornbread pimpin' throwing collagens Poppin my collar feeling
the murderous nerve this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis Creepin' in my
their shirts I work for the county out on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little
soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows and deliverance Under a black flag A hundred years of blood Crimson The ribbon tightens round my throat I open my mouth And my head
I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride You better, move! Ak all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck I'm (B.I.G.) like Diddy Damn
