killing me when it comes to love I'm not trying share you might think I'm greedy but I just don't care I need you in my world cause I'm a selfish girl [Verse 2
Hurricane it?s the hurricane Hurricane (Kill it Rihanna, yo) Straight out the Carribean sea You know you gotta feel me Im a 1,2,3,4,5 category
it?s the hurricane Hurricane (Kill it Rihanna, yo) Straight out the Carribean sea. You know you gotta feel me. Im a 1,2,3,4,5 category, and im so deadly
m slower to heal Slower to heal Don't wanna feel the way I feel Wish I could kill this pain that I feel But it don't happen that way, never [x2] It's
the hell you been bridge: why they keep treatin us this way i guess it's a little game we play we'll burn you (oh), we'll cut you (oh) we'll kill you
scream so loud that everyone in this place Will hear every word I say 'cause this is my time, this is my time to shine let nothing stand in our way [x2
week, I ain't playin' no games When it comes to money makin', know your top notch games She wanna add me to her life, like a MySpace friend Cause I kill
t fail me now [Chorus: T.I.] While these niggas run they mouth I'm a run this city so feet don't fail me now I never will stand still I still run this
danger we've gotta go down to the wire ill go through the fire with you kill and die with you I know everybody watchin me the pressure is on from every angle political 2
[1ST VERSE] Why are you sleepin with my woman Why are you sleepin with my woman This comes as a total surprise I just can't believe my eyes My best
't play when we roll, No Yahtzee And I hate you niggas, No Nazi But this the holocaust, Rap genocide Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride My shorty tellin me, Kill
[Chorus:] It's clap on, clap off in this bitch Don't let make turn off your own switch You couldn't see in the daytime with a flashlight I got my cash
say hi to her she gon say bye to ya if looks could kill then my style might body ya b-b-body ya b-b-body ya if looks could kill then my style might body
[CHORUS] Its clap on, clap off in this bitch Don't let make turn off your own switch You couldn't see in the daytime with a flashlight I got my cash right
need more loot Every block, Every hood, Every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap And another in the back She hassels her coke with all this stress
Verse: Fabolous] You Niggas Are Comical, Who Me I'm Seven Digits Two Commacal On My Mama Fool I'm Getting This Money And That Kill'em They Looking At
They'll Gat Ya Homie Brownsville Rob Ya They'll Clap Ya Homie Bed-Stuy I'll Get U Killed For 100 Grams. Get A Coney Island Nigga To Pull The Trigga
(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams