you don't have he heart to be hurt? I'd gamble everything, but I don't have a thing. I would love to give you attention, But I'd never be free from the
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When you don't have he heart to be hurt? I'd gamble everything, but I don't have a thing. I would love to give you attention, But I'd never be free from
cause I lust to bust when I clutch With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hit list when I rip this Lyrically I'm material
lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this Lyrically I'
my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I
the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If
a beautiful, wonderful miracle) And when it comes to lovin' We'll give you all we've got Beginning at the bottom We're never gonna stop, little one
rock]. We say the war shouldn't stop until they get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Bizzy: I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I
I'm sendin them [Hook] [Layzie Bone] Everyday the devil at me And I wish the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happy Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with
I think I better tell you that I ain't the one you lookin fo' I'm not that nigga Fuck bitches be talkin' bullshit I was never that nigga For school, I
trippin' when I pulled out the glock. You know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. Everybody I
did it with Bizzy,/suppose to be a new beginning but I'm screamin' out "Where is he?!"/ Yes I miss him (how could I not?) when I know Bone is all he got
bitch I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle
money gon' make me crazy baby Well i was born wit my eyes wide/ feelin the pressure of livin today now why should i try/ im tired of feelin this pain
And he said, he liked the way that I rapped Wanted to show me what he was rollin' outside But little did I know, he was the FBI I heard a rumor that
-a-lot mafia From the chi, here it go like this [verse 1] I went from zip locks and bakin soda To smokin herb, cookin 'ola Never lookin overnight success Cause I
