IN HAND IT'S A WORLD SELF CONTAINED WEAR NO COLORS BUT THEY HAVE A NAME SEE IT IN THEIR EYES, RACIAL GENOCIDE, BLOOD ON THE STREET LOVE MONEY PRISON
Gun In Hand It's A Wold Self Contained Wear No Clothes But They Have A Name See It In There Eyes Racial Genicide Blood On The Streets [chorus] Love, Money
my pretty little miss, Come and go with me, my honey, Take you where the grass grows green, You never will want for money You never will want for money
: I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love, I love you more than money and more than the stars above, Love you more than madness,
pro, keep my pants and ??? low Got me orderin up more singles than on the Datin Show You my favorite, I'm yo regular customer I love it when yo top disappear
day people find some reason to believe Now Mary Lou loved Johnny with a love mean and true She said "Baby I'll work for you every day and bring my money
: Interoretation of early black and white haitian love songs One. Oceans wept Moutains slept Sidewalks crumbled to ash Your name remains In children
new tuxedo The bride walks down just to start the wedding And there's one more girl you won't be getting So you start thinkin, then you start blinkin A bride
a dummy never did what the dummies do so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22 more money , more problem is true cause the more money I make the more
trap, mayne Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fucking up my money so yeah I had to act sane Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent She came
was sayin I love u so I said yeah I love you to (Ha!) Next day I awoke I almost choked who's bringin me inside, my head was ringin' heard people singin' "here comes the bride
all torn I'm movin' away from the pain Tick tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losin' time Ring ring The old church bell The bride and her love
: Young Emily was fair lady bright she loved her diver boy who sailed over the ocean to gather up some gold seven long years returning, his money for
thing I don't choke on the mic I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque I love trucks but drop-tops
whoa) You need rocks on the 4th finger Of your left hand Tell your bride's maid to hit off my best man Always on my mind like money You my honey, there
eye After the thunder's spoken, and After the lightning bolt's been hurled After the dream is broken, there?ll Still be love in the world Still be love
an 20s I pass out 100s and 50s We make more money than chemist, doctors, da lawyers, da dentist Chemist da doctors da lawyers ye money together could
