Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger an endless
Michael Jackson Cover Hee-hee! Ooh! Go on girl! Aaow! Hey pretty baby with the High heels on You give me fever Like Ive never, ever known Youre just
There's so much life I've left to live and this fire's burning still When I watch you look at me, I think I could find the will To stand for every dream
Whenever I'm with him Something inside Starts to burnin' And I'm filled with desire Could it be the devil in me Or is this the way love's supposed to
Originally by Martina McBride
(by Mary J. Blige) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with
it when I say (ya heard me) [Verse 2: Juvenile] You got alot of nerve They talkin alot of hurt Only round yo homies, when I'm round you know, not a word
3] In the mid east of that I was doin my thang and I met this four foot hustla they called him Lil Wayne that was my lil nigga called my lil brotha Baby
whats happening with me Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory I could do that, shit real round here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round
B.G and L.T. Never had a friend like him He never had a friend like me Snorted half a grand of dope On the flight together Broke trying to make all night together Now Lil
: [Intro: B.G.] Whats happenin' look (whhaaaa) It's Lil B. Gizzle ya heard me One of New Orleans finest and if you walk with me for a minute in New Orleans
'm sorry bitch, but we done had enough We gon fuck around, and leave this bitch in handcuffs [Gar] Now see this what I'm talking bout, you out here running round
me, B.G. - original H.B. Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police I keep it real with the real - that's all I know, nigga Comin' up 'round my way you
what Me and Lil' Tolie in tha fire lettin' tha cash buck So what ya scared now ha punk leave tha street Beat cha meat Do sumin get from 'round me Lil
is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans) If you want me I can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round
Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin Four karat choppers out the window start to firing Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds I catch one he catch
t touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck Twenty inches TV is a must By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus Verse Two: Lil' Turk A lil nigga seventeen
