Lyrics:
Said she know say
(Hook: Bobby A)
Too much loving
Too much, too much loving (x4)
I just want to love you
Give you something special
Put my arms
is twenty
Three times ten is thirty
Four times ten is forty
Five times ten is fifty
Six times ten is sixty
Seven times ten is seventy
Eight times ten
I'm all alone
By the phone
In the zone
Face the storm
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feelin' just
(we got love)
'Cause you've got one lucky fella two love you true
And I got three little words I'm sayin' with four only you
Five o'clock I call
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
The rhythm is gonna get'cha
Rhythm is gonna get'cha
Rhythm is gonna get'cha
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you tonight
7,6,5,4,3,2,1
1-2-3-4
that you can?t miss
[Chorus]
Do what you want [Repeat: x 4]
Mayday, no delay, deliver the rhyme
Express rate, next day, get to you on time
Number one is the place
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
[Krayzie Bone]
Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]
hungered for revolution?
Count to ten, step by step, breath by breath step by step, breath by breath, amen
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7, 8, 9, 10
The cable news,
Diversity unified, whoever you are
We're doing fine on the One and Nine line
On the L we're doin' swell
On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss
You
round) (x2)
Near the air
I want you
Near the air
Something it's waiting
Some big miracle
'Cause i know what money buys
Silence and time
I know what money
(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this
at expectorating, ptooey!
Ten points for Gaston!
When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs
Every morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown, I eat five
to eat, I'm a make a nigga dance
Even if I got to clap in the street
This is something like lock up, murder behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my
A four-year-old was in bed though
He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock
You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds later
To be continued, dot, dot, dot
Relax
I will begin the countdown from 10
By the time I reach 1 you will have entered
The deepest subconscious of your mind
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
tires
I'll just throw on
My sexiest attire
Tell him to come by
My needs are dire
Turn a cold night into a cozy fire
I should fuck your man
I
of picture frames
So this is my way of letting go x 2
Letting go x 4
(Left to figure it out all over again
Left to be swept away by the vast wind
Left
son like Afeni Shakur
[Note: Mother of dead rapper Tupac Shakur]
I take a stand like a four double six six four
Stand alone in my struggle
Can't
1.On my african diet I need my Carbonates
2. & my phosphates...i'm here cultivate
3. EIevation rhymes I interwine within your mindstate
4
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
want no job I just want to get payed
By the money that the rich people's made
They don't like it, they say I throw my life away
Get a job - shape
over ive come to cure all of you
Slide over ive come to kill what you
Do crack over ive come to cure all of you
Chorus 4x out
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