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red love)
Push... p.. p.. p.. push

I'm not lookin' for your love
'Cause I've given up
There's no lead but I follow (follow)
Feelin' ready to jump
Shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette Snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
P.C.P. - a P.C. police victory
P.C.P. - a P.C. pyrrhic victory
When I
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new
I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
we is, I love it truly
Your P-D-A hey hey
(I want your P-D-A)
Your P-D-A, hey hey
(I want your P-D-A)
Your P-D-A hey hey
(I want your P
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch
see my epitaph.
Shot down
By the one girl he couldn't have
Not have
Shot down
Baby I was shot down, come on
Shot down
Baby I was shot down
Shot
Dear, I thought I drop a line
The weather is cool
The fools are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
P.s. I love you

Yesterday we had some rain
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you

Nothing more for me to say
And so I'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you
over by the jukebox
Like she's something to sell
I said, baby what's the going price?
She told me to go to hell

Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Once was a sweet thang baby, held out love in our hands
Now I reach to kiss your lips the touch don't mean a thing
And that's a cold shot baby,
Once was a sweet thang baby, held our love in our hands
Now I reach to kiss your lips, the touch don't mean a thing
And that's a cold shot baby,
the niggas gettin' high
With a whole lot of chronic and a gallon of a V.S.O.P.

If you wanna feel fine
Free your mind to the mega shots of V.S.O.P.
Now
shot baby... yeah that's a drag
A cold shot baby... I let our love go bad

Remember the way that you loved me....do anything I said
Now I see you out
said we run this here
And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory
I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' false stories
This from
your man and let him know P'll love to cut his
And n****z is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D block down

You don't live
you shot me 
You need to spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin out your crib, knowin that we got beef
You should spread love not war
to move
We a mob for real
You an example

(Chorus)
You should spread love not war
Cause my shit is poppin
And I'd be god damned if you shot me 
You
was standing alone over by the jukebox 
Like she's something to sell 
I said, baby what's the going price? 
She told me to go to hell 

Shot down
was standing alone over by the jukebox 
Like she's something to sell 
I said, baby what's the going price? 
She told me to go to hell 

Shot down
thinking of you
P.S. I love you

Nothing else for me to say
And so I'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you