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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Gym Beats, Vol. 3 (112-160 Bpm) (The Gym Beats) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Room 112 (112) · 112 (112) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · 112 (112) · CMJ New Music, Vol. 112 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) – and 90 other albums »


back on stage baby here i am 

i don't give a damn cause i entertain 'em 

i gotta mic in my left hand and a honey on my right 

and that
Back on stage baby here I am
I don't give a damn 'cause I entertain 'em
I gotta mic in my left and a honey on my right
And that is enough to make
Ranges
To leave them niggas brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's 12 shots, we
To let it ride... {*echoes*}

Pshh, shorty come here (112)
Listen, listen, listen, I know, I know (ooooh)
(Love you) God damn
(Need you) Hear me
Report to the dance floor
Bad Boy baby
112, Beanie Sigel
Here we go!

God damn, guess who stepped up in the place?
The kid with two rubbers on his
To get the girl back to the hotel
I'ma stop and get some rubbers and some cigarellos
You can meet me I'ma be in room 112
You done did enough talkin'
Thank B.I.G. 



[112] {Chorus} 

Day dreaming, wishing you were here with me 

(Wishing you were here with me) 

Said it, I'm day dreaming
You know, there's a lot of jealous guys in this town
And many other towns I go to,  (ah yeah)
But I'm afraid right now I'm so hurt
I'mma need 112
Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bit
Like this
Oooh, ahhhhhh
I call this here... take off your drawers music
Hehehe
This is for the ladies
wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure 
CD, TV's, really would I know ya 
Now me and blink float in the gold Rover 
So it's only right you get the cold
wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure 
CD, TV's, really would I know ya 
Now me and blink float in the gold Rover 
So it's only right you get the cold
Alone at night 
My body craves you 
As I let the music play 
And we make love in my mind 

I feel the chills 
As though your here with me
I'm busting yo' ass, who want it? 
Come and see me, like 112 
And I'll rock that bell with Fox and L 
E-Dub, Mr Excitement, right 
The poltergeist
you thinkin' 
Body's so soft, just can't stop thinkin' 
Here comes the sun, now what are you thinkin', ooh 

Lying here on a bed full of trust
you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)

Get your
there's no Happy Mother's Day

Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
'Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey
the streets left and right
Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight
I heard somebody yell "112" that's the spot
So I hit the parking lot
Not
it
She laid back blusha

Rushin' for me to climb in
And this about the only time we get
So right after I hit
Before Ch-ris split

I said don't
niggas like to shamble
make him an example with this pussy sample
here we go you didn't know
Joe was my hoe
Tony Rich my bitch
don't fuck with this
I got
Yeah
112 (yeah)
Three 6 Mafia
(112)

[Rap 1]
I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dawgs 112
I gotta hundred and twelve girls I'm trying
niggas like to shamble
make him an example with this pussy sample
here we go you didn't know
Joe was my hoe
Tony Rich my bitch
don't fuck with this
I got
wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure 
CD, TV's, really would I know ya 
Now me and blink float in the gold Rover 
So it's only right you get the cold
So if you call my name
You know my heart you claim
I'll be right here
By your side
Through thickness and through thin
You know my love you win
I'll
This is the Long Long He Love fe the gal dem, Na, Na, Na Na, 
The Rapper Don and 112 he nah gon stay pon the shelf. 

Imagine
I wanna see you
feelings, funny feelings 
That you don't love me anymore 

I find myself sitting by the phone
Waiting for it to ring
And though my mailbox is always full