That I really do And it's me you need to show How deep is your love Chorus: How deep is your love So how deep is your love How deep is your love
me on a summer breeze Keep me warm in your love Then you softly leave And it's me you need to show How deep is your love? How deep is your love?
in me label, Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down Just for the love of money yeah, For the love of the wasteland Claire, For the love that brought
enough with the raps though Coke is cut with tobacco Smoke it up then go wacko This is what happens when you mix a cocunut with tabasco Shady let go, the hoe
me smack that, all on the floor, smack that, gimme some more smack that, til you get sore, smack that smack that, all on the floor, smack that, gimme
that Bust back, real thugs stay strapped You dream about it, but I really live that Yes I love that honey but, oh I love that money, that money so
't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed [Chorus] Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that
just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me "Yeah this is
, what set you from?" Play dumb "General popu-la-tion" Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya Out like
, man I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit That high-powered shit..) [ VERSE 1 ] Peace to my street niggas movin that weight Much love to my
my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) joe is my brother who is standing
you think I'm sick take a look at yourself You got dead deer heads up on your shelf On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand I'm just the dead
You don't know now but that's the plan Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man Take that to your golden bed Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the
the body look grown, whoa Before I catch a case I better take my ass home Where the problems is, arguments be +Daly+ like +Carson+ is But the problem is
black hoes They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word) Then i took your black ass out to
much paper but I know That I know that you a liar liar liar liar Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang
Heats be spittin La-ser, AR fifteen doors come down Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound Your hoe, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found
and shit That be bringing that real shit Put your fucking Phillies in the air Your Back Woods your White Owl Your Dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to this shit right here This that
