]2x cuz you don't even love me and you don't even trust me then how can i live for you girl i would kill for you [verse 2] baby i call you on the phone
you don't even trust me Then how can I live for you Girl I would kill for you [verse 2:] Baby I call you on the phone Hopin you all alone And see if
carry 'em to they fuckin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass You
Bust or block hitter Project kidnapper Rookie nigga wig splitter Make copies for the rapture It's all on you nigga Oh, I'm comin for the capture What you
my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill You spot
That's one for the money and two for the show Three for the rhyme and the way the horns blow Sorry if you missed me, now I'm back so you can all get with
But you ain't seen the last of me, turn your back on me But you'll regret it, that's right you messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross:]
flo' But you aint seen the last of me, turn your back on me But you'll regret it, that's right you messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross
always say what the hell does it mean? P is for the people who can't understand How one real nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they
when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't
, just to live large like Rockefeller First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God
wit the funky style. Put it together like a puzzle builder. If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya. Killa Cali. The state where they kill. Down
a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho! Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for! First, the fan side could be forgiven ? you didn't know!
the war, then you're gonna get yours Expect the four nigga ring yo doors And don't you diminish Til I finish you with it or you would missed it On the
that's seven straight! My killers be rallied up, the scrilla ? they tally up. Like Bally's ? I exercise you. Like Dahmer ? I victimize you. Criticize you for
: [Bizzy:] Loose! Sippin on gin, fuck juice, A hundred percent brew, The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce, So easy when me
s Chris Webby. Yup, CT where you at? Check, y'all mother fuckers can hate all the fuck you want. You can't stop me from shinin'. Ha. Yea. [Verse 1:] You
Brando in Apocalypse I'll burn you like the eyes of cyclops when he drops his shades You can't stop the blades You get crushed like you're in the back
