way my heart beats Try and say the things you want, Its the way my heart beats And move on, and move on, and move on, and move on, Its the way my heart
buy it [Tony Yayo:] Flex whats that beat? Whats up man? [50 Cent:] That beat is hot man [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up [Funkmaster Flex:] Its Hot 97 Funk Flex Oh my
house with roller in her head Still a cutie though, I'll never let her go She's worth the wait, I know My heart, has never felt this way, she's the one
lookin' for my khaki pants I looked around and couldn't find 'em So I put on Stan's And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes They lookin' hit
(Yo Mic), just shut my door (Mic, grab the door) [beat stops] (Yo, jump in) (Shotgun!) [engine revs and tires peel away] [another new beat starts
good from head to ground Next candidate me see wh fit Fi wear mi crown And such tender smiles amaze me The way that she looks Sunday night She should be having my
blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self we dont even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
the double R staff my thanks worth a million and the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin you could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots
you had to take my shame, take my flaws, take my blame Feel my dirt, conceal my hurt, See my bruise, and this you walk in my shoes You weren?t there
minds until we caught a headache Those were the days these are the nights I'm afraid To say it I hang them in my heart save them for a rainy day Chorus
my heart You're on a roll and I'm takin cover now baby Where does it end and where do I start To soften the sting one way or another now baby Be good
?) From day one I had to get my money right Me, Fly, and Franky J we took a airplane flight huh They wanted to hear a rap I said alright bet We dropped the beat
to argue, parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little
do, pioneer, my peeps Power Rule Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition This beat is sorta proof to listen, and hear
good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my
need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
