Lyrics:
All rise, order in the court
The honorable judge muthafuckin' Too Short
Presidin' over Superior Players Court
First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson
who you? The records be missing
I fuck with Hit-Boy, I'm tryna be a hitman
Takin' yo ass straight out of existence
Where is yo hitman? The other man
pursued by judgment
Compassion trampled in its flight
So many broken hearts and shattered vessels
Where is love hiding tonight?
Where is love? Where's love
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Where's the Love
Something has been going on and I don't know what it is
You don't mind the taking girl, but you don't know how to give
You drove
with your words
So sublime
To the end of love
You are sendin' valentines
From the old post office
Where nobody can catch your sighs
Maybe it is the moon
the hell is Robert Wilson?
Is Robert Wilson here to stay?
I’m half asleep and drunk
I’ve been drinking on the lawn
Looking at the house we shared
Where my
Letters Home
WRITERS:
Anslee Davidson Dave Davidson
PRODUCED BY:
Matthew McVaney
LYRICS:
Dear Home, it's been a while so I thought I'd write
And I'ma um
I don't need her, you know I don't need her
I'ma swing by your crib
I don't need her anymore And um
No, I don't need her I hope your man is there
nobody can hear me out there)
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real
nobody can hear me out there)
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real
not a trapper I’m a businessman
I’ve seen niggas get on and not bring a man
For the people I love I will kill a man
If there’s an advance then I’m
Nina cuz she always by my side
All that I need is the love she provides
Everytime I'm stressed it's her arms that I find
Yeah, and that's real love
She
where you at
I'm chillin' i'm living and I ain't tryna brag
But the height we take it to they gonna get mad
Imma stay greedy bon appetit
Raised by
up in the window where the manikins should be
There's already cats in mirrors
Looking at gear before they leave
Me I'm like a lump of panic
I'm not
love
I guess it's best to go on seperate ways
Can say I did a try
Cause I was there day and night
Just to try and proof how down I was for you
But it's
"Give it up for rita wilson"
Hip hop hooray, ho
Hey, ho, hey, ho
Hey, ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
limit
Get better remember by the minute
I'm on the digits
The realest in this is bout the business
If she come wit it
She get it and she gon catch them
aiming that thing
And you ain't helping the process out by always caking these dames
But it is hard giving up the place where they be shaking they things
play the back
But the way you treat me, girl, is like a heart attack
I'm real troop trooper and with all the times
That you were by my side diggin'
They wanted to see who would end up in first place
The US gets a butt kick, by a satellite, Sputnik
The defeat is looked at as a disgrace
Khrushchev
aroma potent
Black hoodie, skin, hunted by the former potus
It's a different cloth, I'm cut from, did you notice
Praying for the souls, where they say
nobody can hear me out there)
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real
him speak
?his tone is so unique?
but by the time commercial hits, you know his fame has reached its peak
Hollywood
Now it doesn?t really
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