Lyrics:
heart's on fire
Come on and take me
I'll be what you make me
My darling, my sweet
Oh pretty baby, you make me feel so good
Let me take you by
Wheres your nigga
Too much whores nigga huh
Too much pressure
Too much force
Too much money
You never heard that before
Shit, and we stop these
worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Let's get down to business
Show me what you got
Just keep the record spinning
The music never stops
stop us
in highskool she switched her desk next to mine
so we could cheat while doing pop quizzes all the time
14th of February '93
little Jenny
around and blow your own heads off
'cause bitch I'll keep comin' like I'm nike's in sweat shops
I ride this track till the wheels crack motherfuck a rest
out
Reach out
You'll live forever
Reach out
Reach out
And I'll stand by
When the water pulls you down
When you stop to wonder why
Never
See me, I'm laced by Rocks the World
And lyrically, I'm tighter than those Shirley Timple girls
If you want to battle? Come and step in my arena
I'll
stop us
in highskool she switched her desk next to mine
so we could cheat while doing pop quizzes all the time
14th of February '93
little Jenny
Following my intuition
Guided by my inner vision
Life's to short for intermissions here
Live it to the full extension
Crash into a new dimension
I heard you askin' how I'm feelin'
I guess I'll play it day by day
I'm still around now my heart is healin'
But somethin's never gonna change
small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real
you baby
And the day you stop fighting
That's the day you turn crazy
I could never pay you back
But I'ma start with a Mercedes
When I blow up I'ma
to look at
This here place I call my own
Each time the monthly rent check clears
We never called it happy
But might have called it home time or two
In what
the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck with me trick
(ready,
and volumes f*** the ice
Man's work shouldn't be based materially
but by the food he provides his children to eat
Listen to me if that don't cut it f*** it
I'll
I don't feel like bleeding
On my brand new shirt
You might call me cowardly
Or say I'll full of fright
You might call me yellow
And baby you'd be
biographies
No audibly
Written by other men, do you follow me
So don't consider it oddity
That it's gossipy
Told on more than one occasion possibly
But focus
I'll invite my authorities over
We actually making a bill ah a song by the way
Everyone has contributed i mean
We have a female rapper here when last did
spit out
Flavors used up like new drugs
Living out my dreams walking DMT
Stalking a weak mc
Stop talking you ain't poppin you ain't droppin no quality
Let your hesitation go
Right outside the window
Say goodbye to regret
You're never gonna forget today
I'll lead the way, you follow, you go,
lover, but I’m not a playboy
Who get girls in the club just mack’ em, it aint’ me boy
U’ll be my enemy, fo’ keep doing that…*******!
I’ll shot u in
beside you
Stop being idle
And calculate what I divide through
It's multiplied by two what I'll supply you
Come on baby let the vibe through
And let this
my heart
Is just too loud
So that I'll never stop thinking about
You and that beat in my heart
So please take my heart
an old friend I know
Stops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes
Here we go again (here we go again)
You're asking where I've been
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