to let your love go I'm tellin' you yes yes yes You really oughta be gettin' some happiness You're tellin' me no no no You don't let your love go I'
with me As far as them other chicks, can?t get ?em off-a me Everlastin? love in a whole other fashion All I?m askin?, let me cash in ?Cause I?ll give
that's that Cause that cat you embracing with love Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies
stand to admit Cupid got good aim, your man has been hit [Verse 2 - Usher] I'm the kinda brother Who been doin it my way, gettin my bread for years -
get lost with me as far as the other chicks cant get em off of me everlasting love in a whole other fashion all im asking let me cash in cause id
Simon] And it's time to lend a hand to life [Paul Simon & Kenny Rogers] The greatest gift of all [Kenny Rogers] We can't go on pretending day by day
you lisa like your margerie and homer kid. Rather beatin on the bitch, motify your quota bitch, PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo bitch. norfitomic love
[George] "I didn't get any bread" [Jerry] "Just forget it, let it go" [George] "Excuse I think you forgot my bread" [Soup Nazi] "You want bread?" [George
your name, I don't give a damn, but you can't pay your bills cause your short on your change, I don't give a damn, man I just saw your woman huggin and
for your sins My gun cocking is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body
assault, and get my bread For the love of money, motherfuckers disappear That's the very reason, Joseph McVey keep his pistol near Come and get me, so you can put your
they're hot so many situations to deal with, I can't concentrate a hundred homies and everyone is fake how can I make it out the ghetto it want let me go
run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it go on the block Keep your eyes open because the police they plot Don't let your spot get hot
happened to that dude He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood I couldn't let it slide, I couldn't let it go Couldn't let a motherfucker, play me
peeping, ya still sleeping, on the weekend. But we be up and we be woke... (MUSIC CUTS) (*Talks*)Damn the beat gone? Fuck the track, let's go to the
lie But they don't know, she'll take your life Not giving a fuck, or get fucked up And end up dead, with your dick in the sky Go my way, we gon have fun
repper And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck But back in 1995 I would of been all in your
gotta go, you gotta go Mash the pedal to the floor, let the tommy gun go I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go Fortune and fame about to