could imagine All You want is all my trust And all I want is all Your love You say knock and it will open You say ask and you'll receive You say seek
turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin
they never learn their lesson Hit it then I'm like Nick Cage, Gone in sixty seconds But you already know that Pimpin' Fish outta water needa go back
all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind Now it's 2000 and 3, and ain't a thang changed I'm still fishing for feddy, bringing
your way Though the tide pull us away I ask you What you gonna do? Oceans apart But I know no one else will do Two drops in the ocean Just go with the
Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend [50 Cent] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish
gay... What? I'm not gay, I mean I like their music. Oh, ok... How I may help you.who's this man? Yeah.I got some questions... Ok.go ahead. Yeah.hold
ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight Ask
myself I could be happy forever with her I keep listenin' for footsteps But I ain't hearing any From the boat I fish for bullheads I catch a lot, sometimes
ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask
't you somein right yes you somein tight Mi seh Gal you have di grip and di glue OH Nuh bag a man naw pass through OH Naw give it to the fish and di crew
No Gimmicks..." Beat Changes Eminem Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside. Two trailer park girls go round
of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the ship Leave you niggas floating in water and go and drown a fish Fuck I'm fucking heinous
New York franks It's like hot summers without no A.C Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob I'm like
Kool-Aid wide and ask, "Was it def?" And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes." I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul So I don't go AWOL