this is understood Chorus 1: Baby Make my body go Crazy Make me lose control Baby Make my body go Oh Oh Oh Verse 2: I don't need you to pay my car note
: [Juvenile voice:] I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2
body, the shit you say Will make any man want to stay 'Cause being with you is all I ask And fucking you will be my task My lonely nights will be filled
she wanted it again That was jet-set, so soft and wet Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet Until one day I got caught in the act With my girl
, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One
-5 high make me not give a fuck Chorus (Lloyd Banks) But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks poverty will make
my highest voices. For smiling when my strife was all too obvious. For being so disassociated from my body, and for not letting go when it would've been
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
t let go. They done labeled my nigga psychotic; bitches has got him sittin' on death row. Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one
. You know that the devil's a liar! The choir, I sit on my phone, all alone with my baby just singin' my melody. Raisin' a son. I never get tired, I'm
it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that fell that I'm now underneath, it was my voice
me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One
get it on kid! Verse One: Erick Sermon Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical
go up on a ends Fi chack a one jubilee Di way she rub me down And make me feel so nice Me say haffi left And go ah studio go voice Ayanna please
Our savior must make his stand Only a Propher of years to come Wanting mortality I'm all alone He heard my voice It was my choice I've stopped the Killing
: Eminem] Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna Make it, they get, so mad when i call them both Faggots All these fuckin' voices in my head,
disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my