But you know you can never make me Love u more You can turn wine into water Turn sadness into laughter But you know you can never make me Love u more
no more bullets I ain't the one to be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma
no safety button G-unit get that money I no some artists is starvin so play the game like they rich to me this shit funny i no u see me coming cus on
told me nigga It's more than one way to skin a cat It's more than one way to shoot a gat It's more than one way to die nigga When I'm through, everybody
back it up) (ok...back it up...blue... back it up...back it up c'mon ) Back it up talk about temptation baby back it up Learn a little rotation on me B.L.U
loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for the count And the first nigga step
And then you just cant no more Why does love feel this way Why does it hurt so bad [Diddy:] Cant even look me in the face Why does love hurt this way
Of being popped in the neck Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips Danger when you step into the chamber with the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta [U
let the fuckin' lead go to they head [Hook: Ghostface Killah] I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds But the more you bite my style, the more
loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you
Pull you and your tight friend lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R Sexin
yeah you know me! Got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around In the mix I make ya take a step back They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
venom in your pen cos You think I love you You think I need you Damn no get out the door Don't wanna see your face no more Man now watch that toe I
Criminal She'll Say Damn I Dont Think I Can Eva Get Rid Of U (J.R.) I Want U 4eva Wit Me. True U Must Love Da Way I Do These Step Dance So Cool Old School
Rock, where you at [Answering Machine:] Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you You fucking love
every drind 'n every blink u seem to get more pretty So out the bar straight to my car now what's left to do she was sayin I love u so I said yeah I love
