A heart that won't burst And lips that don't thirst I thought of you first My love is for free, my love My love is for free My love is for free, my love
A heart that won't burst And lips that don't thirst I thought of you first My love is for free, my love My love is for free My love is for free, my
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got) Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block) Many niggas'
War war war Talking bout ya'll 's such a bore Id rather talk bout moi Do you know that cost of a.ks Up in africa 20 dollars aint shit to you But thats
feeling this 20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect 20 fucking 10 Ima blow the whole check In the club flex
full of rocks 24/7 365 around the clock About to get paid stacking up my paper I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low Just run on my screen on
-Town playas know it's going down (going down) going down (going down) yaaay-yaay (going down) [H20] See we sitting blow do in the low-low, rolling killing
with it until it's prison in my life Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing but rub it in 20
I got a son two little girls, and they got hustle in they vein Kamikaze with an infrared, scoping my mind Puffing on lime swinging on 20's, bumping low
come up missing I don't be kissing no ass, take a hit and dump the ash I'ma chop on 20's with sparkling oak on my dash I'm too low to descirbe, out the
(feat. I-20, Tity-Boi) [Hook: Chingy] Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) All my fly day numbered, hustlas
die for her father I-20 is a street nigga better recognize we aint gotta go our sides We can doit it in tha filth [Chorus: I-20 (Chingy) repeat 2x]
we're movin on the floor Enough to make a nigga lose control I'm down to go wherever you wan' go You got a man, I keep it on the low I do my thing you
hood every city all the gangstaz know Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below See with me in V.I.P
- don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy Get laid out, im'a say I told you boy See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns 16 hollows is loaded
I stretch to Yayo Stay in the shoot out Yay, lay low naw man my 44 blows Million brake head ma I live lavige I kill a Nigga Quicker to do 20 days like
I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know +The Time+ without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga) I'm low
[Esoteric Talking] I know you didn't just open your mouth.... I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin', dog [Verse 1] Copywrite