I'm yours for life, come and be my lifetime Come and take the love I have for only one Yes, I'm yours for life, come and share my lifetime Share the world
call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry What the
s up' the shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes [Hook:]
it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you And put a hole in your chest that's big enough
man You tripin" [Fabolous] Uh-huh, yeah [P.Diddy] This moment they all been waitin? for, playboy We here now We?re in the house now, for sure [Chorus
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 - in my
own With a stashbox compartment for A handgun that make holes the size of peepholes on apartment doors My closet look like department stores And you wonder why your
, P.Diddy ::talking over jagged edge:: (yeah whoa) This the moment they all been waiting for playboy (ok) we here now we in the house now for sure
?ll Cook Your Dinner While Your Waiting I?m Sure You?ll Find It?s Fascinating Hey Little Dog Don?t You Know, I Got A Feeling That Your Waiting For Your
got that better love that no one better love That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love Lemme (??) til your vagina is wet enough And fill your
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
thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until
come down to my bread Hey red you pull the cover back, it's time to lay in your bed [Hook:] In my life, don't nobody wanna see me win In my life, they
put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase for that big bread
drugs, running up and down the boulevard Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say 5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life
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
, a ghetto low life So my flow twice as strong, from the memories I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread
myself, or I roll with Trae A.B.N. for life, focused on making the world pay If you love living your life, leave me alone Fuck rap, I live the life I
