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you how we get down  
Oh!  

[Chorus]  
Your such a such a such a dirty dirty girl and  
Me love me love me dirty dirty girl and  
Your such a such

them shooters your way
Guns sound like drums on a beat produced by Kanye
Get your shit twisted in a knot like you Wale
Hook needle through your lips

Inflection changes for no rhyme or reason, it’s pleasing
But I’m asking for your digits, Oops, I meant please and
Can I know your name, as I admire your smile,

we'll return, to what we're fighting for
We're enemies by day, but lovers evermore
In this love that's forbidden, we've found what we adore (what we

find this thing called love


Who's got love for someone you’ll never see again? 

Either by act of the Lord or of your own accord 

Aorta beat out

the Westside
Did it for the women show my
Love when I jet by for the O H I O, o-state
Yo, it's all love, no hate, I salute you
Swear to stay true to the town

Thompson here with you
Following the journey of this unexplainable phenomenon
As they begin their decent down through the many levels of this latest

Uncontrolled utterance
Creates needs
Love followed by lust
Proceed
You quote it
Make you wish that you wrote it
Cause you feel it
Live it
Identify
Spoken words

of callous battles,
Bitch these war wounds
A split decision for the young recruit
Get under wings or fly by own rules
Be 52 or find my own groove
I reminisce

my grandmama felt
But hear me now
Yo Imagine a kid
Coming straight out the womb and a talented whiz
But surrounded by wolves so he gotta fit in
All

up
Nigga put up at the crib cause he on up
Get in the whip, don't blow your stick cause you a ho or what
In love with the drop, ironic that the soda

here all along

Done with the drama
I’ve dealt with enough of your sorrow, and my heart goes

Think what you wanna
I’ll go find another tomorrow, by

Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits [Clean]

1997

And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes

We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,

Savior
You care
Delivered me from the hands of my
Enemies The only living God grace

I finally have a Father
I'm your daughter
Oh you lift my head
You're

Life's too short just to wait and follow
Stay where you are and reap your sorrows
You do
Ah yeah
Ah you do
Find someone you love just to watch them

I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but love my style I call em frienemies
Heard you claim to be my bro, you ain't

you gotta
You gotta let your love come to life

All the Time - Written by D.Haywood, Z.Thompson. Produced by Benjamin Timmons-Connor

No need for introductions
I think we’re on to something
So pack

Taken away from the enemy's trap
The devil's den
I find myself surrounded by angels each time I say my prayers
Father forever your love is a cover
Coz' I

Love Or hate
It's your choice
Choose your side
Stick to the facts
Many will hate, but this love is gas
Bombs to the enemy's artillery stash
You think my

Look at me on your screen
I'm on everything
Billie Jean
Slide on me
You're my remedy 
Rolling green
I'm a fiend 
Fuck my enemies
Will you fall in love

I love Brampton and that's a statement

Now put your B's in the air
If you repping my city
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up put your B's

catch you by surprise, 
If you wake up and I roll over to the other side 
That's that Bronx love, don't let that love spill all over your shirt 
Drink

no love for me)
Cause none of these niggas
Ain't come from the slums with me (Ah man)
Eating Ellio's pizza and drinking
On sunny days

(I said put your