much to kiss and tell Sitting next to the fire, drinking Pepsi ?n watching Blood Diamonds Oh, you outta know ya the reason I fell off the heaven Miss you so much
you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number out to every nigga you meet i'm tired of games you playin',
for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
something there to remind me I was born to love you And I will never be free You'll always be a part of me ooooh If you should find you miss the sweet
H.Tobias - C. Kisco) It's a lonesome old town when you're not around. I'm lonely, as I, as I can be. I never knew, never knew how much I'd miss you,
real one A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Nah homie, you done got it fucked up You ain't got as much money as us (Nope
pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today I feel close enough to smell you
it for the lifers You're Welcome! [MJB:] You're all young, even young need help Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself You are, you are, you are welcome
wont call her He shows no love Till she decides I changed my mind I dont love you I dont love u no more Dont waste my time I dont love you I dont
change I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
R-O-G, Playa C-H-U-C-K, Miss T-A-Y D-O-G Whom smoking Blunt and hay, never ever in a day Early Pervis, Play Dre, Fuck you white boy anyway Tony B, ask
time's We go open the lab, and have us still writin' rhymes Nigga's wanna sound like you, and walk with a limp Everybody still wanna be like you, but there's only one Pimp And you
the mission that was done In this fuckin' mission, ya see I lost my fuckin' son Trend stay alive, cuz Ca§h Money never dies Much love, much respect to
bitches (say what) I get bitches (say who) I get bitches (say huh) I get bitches You got (oh) You got (oh) You got (oh) You got [Verse 2:] H is for my H
now you know the deal We getz freaky in the studio late night That's why the beats that you hear are comin real tight Somethin to roll to somethin to stroll to If you
my back yard I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
you're here All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde Whoever told you that, they told you a lie You been
you are This is for you It's for you It's for you It's for you It's for you And you And you And you And you And you And you You You
