a lot to work with, so let me take it from here And baby, give me just a little bit of time So I can make those butterflies inside you dance Make my day
got a lot to work with, so let me take it from here And baby, give me just a little bit of time So I can make those butterflies inside you dance Make my day
gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like
with hate Make em pray for the judgment day Now tell me how that sound A double date laced with hate Make em pray for the judgment day Stinkin' biaatch
the curb for my niggas that deserve it. But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'. Dressin
motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker Verse One: Tupac My Mossberg
What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down
rain Cold sweat and I feel the strain Look down, no ground Black sky, just the engine sound Bail out, goodbye Take my chances, I don't wanna die Count
a rida) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks (Ha Ha) Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy) [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] Another day
closer to my door I was alive but now I'm singing [Chorus:] Silent night for the rest of my life Silent night for the rest of my life Violent knight
down the hallway floor Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singin' [Chorus:] Silent nights for the rest of my life Silent nights for the
I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even
: Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore, My flashlight's from Taiwan, My tablecloth's from Malaysia, My belt buckle's from the Amazon. You know, this
morsels for their meals Still the blood it clots And the hearts get stricken See everybody's searching for...that attitude chicken My Porsche got stuck in traffic and My
what I'm having a de ja vu Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should die before
troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for the count
shop stackin Bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day want action Playa hation steadily spray 'em Hit 'em with the buck buck bang my nigga
and I see that my sister is already dressed She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the