is it art? You know, I wanna believe that we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart? Who owns my heart? Who owns my heart
off!! The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!! Go on homeboy and grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R
a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o It not to be banned or for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes
move on your mom's crib Think we got knives an' guns? We got bombs, kid Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar an' let your body
I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on with the body count Yo Big Master Phee Take these motherfuckers to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear
body and soul Don?t move too fast people just take it slow Don?t get ahead Just jump into it Y?all hear about it the Peas'll do it Get started Get stupid
't give up, you got a lot of people waitin' on you Do your mamma a favor Give them some of that Chicago style R'n'B that I brought you up on R'n'B ain
TO THE MOON ON A STEVIE TUNE FLY RIBBONS IN THE SKY GIVE ME EVERYTHING R. KELLY SINGS LET US BUMP AND GRIND BABY FEEL THE BEAT (HEAR IN MY HEART)
uh At the university, uh Raekwon, noreaga, no-body Movin' on [r] yeah [m] who da hell is sabrina? [r] i don't know what you talkin bout [m] yeah whatever [r
CHORUS: OOOH OOOH ! From Rock and Roll To R&B Operating Symphone-ing Don't know what she said Do know what she meant One arm pointed other arm bent Making sounds you seldom hear
[Verse 1 - Fabolous] First off I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em, Make it sound like helicopters
heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is In between the blink My life story was Written in blood, permenant ink Killer instinct, R
is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball And then slide the fuck out in the top of the morning If you hear me cockin' it
, you could put me in ya hair Perm like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the millennium raw, Kool G or K.R I'm just doin
head up My dick is being sucked down by a bitch named 'What Now' I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange star Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
ya, Now you aint gota do much, I pop for everybody, Go on grab a bottle share it with them busy bodies, Tell her what she want to hear, How you would
there for me ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
or turban They say I dress white but my swag so urban Tryin' my work, I hear the way the text say Baby, you up, question mark She was my yes, S S I R