spent And love, love, love Will open your eyes and sing And love, love, love Will give you wings And love, love, love Will open your eyes and sing And love, love, love
I want more Than I thought I'd own I want order in my mind I want more I want more Than I thought I'd own I want hands to wave goodbye I want more Take
Übersetzung: Love Spit Love. Mehr.
Übersetzung: Love Spit Love. Mehr als Geld.
I spit with the permanents Learn I'm a curb stoppin' person Like third strike verdict droppin' jaw droppin' verses This bigger lips in person, nigga spits
was no more love just anger all we had was gone if you need for me to tell you confirmation of the truth our love is over our love is over time
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up [Chorus ? 50 Cent] Baby you got Hips that hypnotize When you walk I can't help but watch you shake I love the
talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes I don't respect it my work is never watered down So on the first I get more
one and only not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love
retire if he want to right now [50 Cent:] I know you love it but how much do you love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what I do
with prison, church, and whore house Love the rum bar, yet they hate the pure house Dem take the microchip and override the poor out Less food, more shout and more
with boldness, 'cause we soldiers for Christ (we soldiers for Christ!)! Look, we something like them dudes from 116. We ain't ashamed, forget one mic, give me one more
name plus through jesus he pleases to use us as his vessles mayne cats who wanna walk it and talk it teach it and preach it they love it they live it
with Brother Marquis All hoes let my record show All my bitches come back for more It must be the way I throw my thang It must be the way I spit my game
the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love
can train us but then America f**ked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t In case you
no more pain Chorus 8X [Tupac talking over the chorus] Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more
I'm fittin' to blowwwww I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos Niggaz broke in the hood
