Lyrics:
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
[Neb Love-]
I used to be that way, but now I'm like this
You betta miss me with that shit or catch a mighty blow to lip
Cheeks
Beware I'm here,
wit me
And be a dub you see
Niggaz would respect this
'Cause they couldn't check this, negro
With a flat top afro
But under a dove shack cap though
get some love
we are sentimental of an Eastside thug
anyways anyways, as I sip on a beer
I do shed a tear oh its clear oh my dear
many have they hands
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
only natural
And don't get the wrong idea, don't think I hate bitches
I love women, that's why my masturbating's religious
I'm just stating facts that
I love the way you rock my boat like Aaliyah
I can't wait to see ya, pull up in ya two seater
Drop-top, showin' off ya smile wit a knock-knock
Life means being perfect day by day
Restless
I need somebody's help to get away
Don't trust no one,
They don't want you, they want your pay
Win
Now once upon a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder them all
Gun-clapper leave
part with your gun and stay this cold
Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in
from sleep
Self Medicate to try and match the feeling Anything to feel as beautiful
Means justified by the reason Love more. Lesser I'm loved
in love to insulting
i wish i never met you baby doll from dires join the concubine
jack it like a porcupine alliance in reliance
with self searchin
17s
you know what I'm saying dice games going on, no crystals
Fifths in the back pocket and its going down nigga we on top
[Chorus]
Drove to my lippa,
I'm the best and that's it, put me on top your rap list
Have all the dead rappers come out their graves, and do my ad-libs
Bitch, c'mon
They say you are
at? Top fight, uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down baby, hold me down baby, hold me down baby
Boomer, one love, nigga, urr , Murda, motherfucker
and look for Kris
Anything by KRS-One
Will lead you to peace, to love, to unity and havin' fun
y'all know but some of y'all don't
And some of y'all
satisfied but the kids don’t understand
You kiss her
Don’t even love you
It’s a blur
She’s getting on top of you
Sometimes you see stuff nobody planned
the shell-top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rocking state greens, sippin on Dom
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release,
My bad was not to let you in
When you stood by me better then a best friend
And I thank you for givin me a hand
Now I'm you're biggest fan
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
[Rap:]
Get your cock stiff and change the topic
Mansion in the tropics, hot shit
Laser cut key by the locksmith
Tight security, see four just
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
top hat and tails
It was the perfect day
Big diamond ring
She had everything
But what a price to pay
Now she sits home by the phone
He's never
and it's all love
Then I grab him by the {nuts}, said who's is this huh?
He said Martinez
[Chorus]
[Doo Wop]
Make 'em bounce, yo Easy Mo (what
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