your blood, it's an affliction I'm trying, you're buying One thing left to say That there must be a better way I'm trying, you're buying One thing left to say
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s in your blood it's an affliction I'm trying, You're buying One thing left to say That there must be a better way I'm trying, Your buying One thing left to say
] Uh, yeah. . .the boy Extra We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean? It's the ROC, since 9-6, you know we get busy Got the young lady
thugs like we were crypts and bloods Always the first to say I'm sorry grab your hips and shove I want to kick it but I got business to handle with my
Interlude: Angie Martinez] Police say... One man with a gun shot five people! And sent hundrends runnin' from cover. Chaos around new time turn this busy
nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now
it funny the things we do to get paid? The shit we do to show niggas that we ain't afraid. Yeah, I got my education on the streets, Doin dirt left a
I got appointments, work I have to do Keeping me so busy all the day through They're the things that keep me from thinking of you Ohhh baby, I miss you
says, "you can do it on that" I say, "yes I could but, I don't know where my pencil is at!" She pulls one out from behind her ear She says "all right
, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before
how it's done." And now I lay me down to sleep Hopin' that I don't dream 'Cause every night I get a vision of that Same thing (the same one I fucked up
say we make the greatest HITS So who am I, to dis-AGREE? I hear the streets callin, y'all was lookin for ME Everybody, was lookin for one thing You lookin
ah He say she say, you betta hear wi me seh, Busy say it [CHORUS:] Promise I won't let you go (no) Ooh ooh oooh, ooh ooh ooh (busy love you girl) Girl
-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late greal one And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one Nigga
more. Pick me up, pick me up. You are my Ducati, I'm all up your frame Baby say my name. Show you how get ummm, Show you how to do it Left hip, right
other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left I try
