you My arm around your waist I was wanting to get to know you Lean in and get a taste I could hear your heart beating And I found I wanted to eat your heart
when a girl hears "no" Opportunity knocks, but your doors don't open But I feel a fire inside that's about to blow So, sweep me off my feet and show
Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases Payin' witnesses to hold they breath, Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec I'm in a limo full of blow
who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal You ain't hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, that's who the are Run that shit blow for blow
to breath out, I saved my last breath to blow this darkness away, sweet shadows are calling me My heart feels free to beat, it?s all about you, my fiction
to the wrong and right And knows which one I'll be Strike a blow for justice Hear the gavel fall Pray for the innocent Justice for all Strike a blow for justice Hear
I don't mind myself spendin them papes I pump it in the Volvo that I ride Most times with my girl to the left of my side In the city of New York with
Like the setting sun No sad goodbyes No tears allowed You'll be alright It's your world now Even when we are apart You'll always be in my heart When
the heart of me You know just how to cherish me You know exactly how I feel With you I'm always feeling fine So fine, you know you blow my mind, my mind
I know you want it harder and faster, so louder and louder it goes We'll make you scream for mercy, we'll give you this and more We'll blow out the walls
's the life that I lead Abuse myself, I, I, I, I wanna abuse my body Cut it deep, make it bleed Throw my guts out on the floor Cut my face until I, when
beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that
to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I need a dollar for every time that my heart
more Have it how u want I rather have it hardcore Ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor [Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I don't wanna hear
m lost in your lovin' I'm simply gonna try you, crazy [Young Buc] Im lovin' how you look in my eyes Swingin' them hips when you pass I'm visualizing my
and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my
you hear my vocals Comin' out them low lows From L.A. to NY On the Red Eye Teflon in my luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary
heart like a Hoover Crip, but bust slugs Like an Inglewood Blood I mingle with thugs My single 'gon buzz Ya boy export get rid of the drugs I still bag my