love take the time and be love Breathe it out, create love, see how things can turn If you need love give yourself and be love Breathe it out, create love
Übersetzung: Plus One. Be Love.
need love Take the time and be love Breathe it out create love See how things can turn If you need love Give yourself and be love Breathe it out create love
just themselves And need be I'd be happy to leave ? I see straight through That smile straight through That painted face Don't think I can't tell Which one
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 one thats how its goin down
is platinum plus Earrings be trillion cut And my grill be slugged up My heart filled with anger cause nigga I don't give a fuck Stack my chesse up Cause one
you can see him when he comin' Booted up Diamond up Golds be shinnin' up All them diamonds be blindin' up People at the second line be sayin' I be damn
get back quick One to the chest make niggas do back flips [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright
ah ah ah ah Then I call Ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) La la love plus one Ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) ring (ring) When I call love Love plus one
We live and preach that Word homie, read that Today we do rep Him and use records to reach cats [Verse 3:] We cliqued up, all throwing that one one
they faith would progress He wanted them to strive together for the gospel In one spirit, one mind, listen to the apostle Maintain the same love, uplift
word 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
magic wands no one cares if you're the pastors son persevere thruogh the trials of this life there's no time to be complascent let hope be your motivation
head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped
made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped
an adolescent Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang
FAAAAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver I'm game tight Love fucking
