One hit One shot One bullet For the murder of my sweet Too late Too wrong Too perfect Coz our love wasn't meant to be One hit One shot One bullet For the murder of my sweet
feeling you CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS Sarpong - But I'm an officer shorty Beyonce' - My looks are killing you Mos Def - Murder One
thug) Swing low (swing low) Sweet chariot (sweet chariot) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet
it? I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh Yeah, yo, yo [Jay-Z] I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know I lost my pops when
into the night And I'm an easy lover Take me into the fight And I'm an easy brother And I'm on fire Burn my sweet effigy I'm a road runner Spill my guts
elements don't murder you the riders will fo real And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Method] Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
to my battle cry My battle cry Listen to my battle cry My battle cry One, two look at the telly They drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna
always safe to pray And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My
on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (50 Cent) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun fuck em one-on-one We wrap
not feeling you Sarpong - But I'm an officer shorty Beyonce' - My looks are killing you Mos Def - Murder One will get you under the covers Beyonce
hundred woofing, where these niggas be strong Staying alone to my own, with my baby and wife Plus I'm keeping the bread a nine, cause I'm guarding my life Ain't no slipping in my
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger
like its a relay race, pray once im reachin my weights No bullets (?) (?) and weights He dont know i kill armies Dont tell him when bullets hit him and
it cause they deserved the bullet Put the cuete to their temple Then pulled the fuckin trigger cause it's so fuckin simple ::Chorus:: Just like my lyrics