Lyrics:
her enough to fulfill her desires
By giving us manna we ate till we died
By giving us passions we relished in pride
By giving us over to debasement
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
Hey yeah hi yeah ho ho
Mystic Firm han han Jaly Luz
I would like to write other things
Talk about all the problems and politics
Talk about how times
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
to your pussy nub"
Sweet love, love is love, love is love love
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom
Thoughts consumed by the passion
Slow jam tunes
It's party time like winter
When the party over
We can wine and dine
You got some things on your mind
We can talk about it (We can talk it over)
I
get all the materials
Build it Step-By-Step
Just like you a project
Oh, they wanna hate
Like I told 'em that's ok
I got passion for the game
I ain't in
on me
Yeah yeah
The dinners on me
I started with the walk
Now I'm all about the talk
I'm Working my way
From the bottom to the top
Ask me that question
I
about My Father's business?"
Holy Spirit would that be our generation
A passion like Jesus had at 12
A passion like Jesus had at 14
A passion like Jesus
to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
I turned my love into lyrics
I do It all with a passion
You getting far I can feel it
So I talk about it when rapping
Standard they high
featuring Snoop Dogg
[Snoop Dogg talking]
Hahaha yeah.
You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness
before.
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has 'em)
(But waned
young niggas)
Aye
Talk to my mother every day she said she's proud of me
Got a little shorty said she wants to have my child for me
I got a passion for
survive way back then
I ain't talking rep when I talk about tec 9 and mac 10
I write rhymes that changes lives with my black pen
Pops said never apologize
past it
We gotta stay trappin'
I gotta show some nigguhs that a Liyon got passion
Drip go dumb, Das fax
Haters talk shit, Das fax
Imma still trap, Das
about my business
Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness
If you ain't been
kinda sure you will admire my taste
But before the sun graze ya
I'm tryin to see how deep you are
And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no
pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
[Chorus]
Something about her probably can't live without her
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
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