Lyrics:
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
I oh, I choose you baby
That's what the game told me
Ain't nothin' change, still the same man
The game chose me, sing
Oh, I choose you baby
You
Thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, haha
Live niggas respect it, check it
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my
I called you on the phone to say I love you that I stop by for you at nine
My heart broke when you said that it's all over
Someone else would take
niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real niggas say word
You ain't never told no lie
You ain't
Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's
50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let
Somewhere Dude; Ho!)
I Know That Out There Theres A Few
(Put Ya Hands Up Ladies; Yea Man)
See I've Been Searching I Don't What To Do
Can You Help Me?
(Uh)
She
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up)
dream
And I, oh I, said I, oh I
'Cause I know by the way I feel
She's got to be real (fa la la la)
I told the Sandman, 'help me if you can, man
Get me
Thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, haha
Live niggas respect it, check it
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my
dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen
I don't
the peel
And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, work it, baby I'll rock that test
Tube baby, kick it, 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody soon
Tired of movies all by
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
a
The baby-sitter of styles, I've traveled miles with
Bitches and, I've traveled miles with
I've traveled miles with bitches and brew the ritual
Of the real
Your
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
to gat ya
Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
Into your satellite, shinin' a battle light
formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is
to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've
this one is for the ladies
i'm
taken by your smile
such a sweeeet surpriiiiise
mmmmmmmmm and me
taken by your style
i'll make it worth your
EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
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