My lover's charms Are in a box Beneath my bed And piece by piece I'll cherish them Until the end Send me an angel to love I need to feel a little piece
: [Intro: Fan - talking] (Yo, I love your shit man!) (Halfpipe's the shit bitch!) (Yes, I love it!) [Verse 1: Classified] Yeah, I'm a hip hop star (
there's hope. But that's a lie, there ain't no hope and that's the truth, that's the truth baby! That's right when I know you out of the box. (laughter
: [Killah Priest:] Flyin' in my spaceship, seven-hundred Niggas in lobbies, they gettin' blunted Who want it? The power's comin' Spelled P.W.O.W.R. The
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("
be my detonator Love, gimme love, gimme love I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box Put an X
be diss-free Most of these labels can't handle this heat I love new twat, scrap ho's on a few blocks When my hate grows I let the tools pop A lot of these
You Speak Garbage, then we no Capice DC Chillin, PG Chillin, Floor To the Ceilin Stuntin in my Billion-Air, Gear On My Millionaire Frames, that's money
properly If you speak garbage, then we no capiche DC chillin', PG chillin', floor to the ceilin' Stuntin' in my billionaire Gear on my millionaire friends That's money on my
and we crawl, you be my detonator Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it But I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it In a bag, in a box
, good luck could happen Let's go C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock That's right It got to hot so I jumped
Fuck Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck
Yo, yeah, yeah, T.S., T.S. Armageddon, Terror Squad It's my world (Uhh) It's my world (Uhh) What? Check this out, yo It's my life, it's my world, my
steady, rude boy, and the psr They got my back, o.g., you won't make it far I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt Where can you keep a gat
, get me some whiskey now My name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairs I hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriend
get sold I set my demo in a Silvia treated me cold Time flew 'cause I was gettin' my shit off Sixteen now, it's about the time to set my first hit off
Jesus, why'd you curse my love? Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world red
