and that aint fair at all for her to fix me up no I've been let down before, but my heart never hit the floor until you took my love I get nothing
dont know her ? Please get your hand up off my shoulder, Dont need a hug so dont get no closer, Dont know why I let you come over, Cause in my heart
a language that we all could understand I remember the day that I earned my first pay When I played in a small pick-up band There I spent my youth, and
control Let me hear you say ohhhhh, let me hear you say ohhhhh ohhh Can you believe It? (2nd Verse) Styles P Big ass truck, brand new rims, tank top
head inside my drawers I guess that's why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs All over double Ds, I be absent all week This is for my niggas
Wave to them haters like, what's up? (Say, What's up?) See, you might have to yell, 'Cause my music's loud as hell, And I can't hear nothing over my drum
, crawlin' down like fire ants My mind in a trance, I'm sharper than starched pants Stackin' franklins and grants from South Bank to Spring Branch I'm posted like a stamp with my
due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children are grown up And I will respond my time Knowing
how much we can undo (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet) At the heart of it all
Desert Storm tank done damn I could see it, let's be it My whole click blows sticks and fears abolition, cancel your position Don't ever a your life for livin', challenge my
cause of silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me, it's not my family In your head, in your head they are fighting With their tanks and
We still ridin? on chrome (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) We still pullin? up (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) I pull up at the club V-I-P Gas tank on E but
Bubble gum brainiac, baby girl, ultra brat Angst Schmangst, no thanks, hope my record doesn't tank Sailor moon, Rainbow Bright, Anime, Avril lite Pro
[3X] Fire in a hole Yeah [5X] Mister meth, ha-ha Funk doctor, ha-ha Mathematics on the track, ha-ha All my niggas in the bricks All my niggas on Shaolin Worldwide To my
don't feel right To my heart of hearts I better stop this thing Before it starts 'Cause it don't feel right To my heart of hearts My heart of hearts
let me keep it to myself Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland Where they might shoot you up, it's not your heart layin' Wayyy down in da
Put your hands up, bitch Put your hands up, hoe Put your hands, trick My back ain't dead, yeah My lip ain't swoll, yeah My head ain't bust, yeah My