forever who do you love? I'm in love with leather what do you want? what do you mean? what will you do? it's not what but whether who do you love? I
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forever who do you love? I'm in love with leather what do you want? what do you mean? what will you do? it's not what but whether who do you love? I'
what's another murder nigga you brought this on yourself I'ma do it to you slow and make you want to chrome yourself You owe me something nigga don't like you
God's actual force Surely you will call that what you battled and lost Call ya dispatch, tell them niggaz it's a mismatch You fell on the blade of Lif
, she was pissin in her panties Ain't shit she can do that ain't been done ain't nothin wrong with you girl I ain't the one... Yeah come on, but you can
do ya feel it? (Do ya feel it? Do ya feel it?...) The snare drum go... My brother Shaka would've wanted me to say this to y'all Don't lose sight y'all
going on Do ya fell it, do ya feel it, do ya feel it? Do ya feel it, do ya feel it Snare drum goes My brother Shaka would have wanted me to say this
up above Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Feel the love, feel the love I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn't there After goin back and forth
little somethin' like this Mr. Wonderful you, you?re thinking ?bout life You?re thinkin' ?bout love, you?re thinkin' ?bout the ways to break it down You
got it hot All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out? (Daz) And if you see me coast to coast Don't act like you seen a ghost Just scream it
but you still can't come off" [phife] "i thought I had it in the palm of my hand" "just give me the pussy and I'll be straight If you
you niggaz man I love bitches money and traveling And you niggaz ain't experienced that, you know You niggaz ain't experienced that, man Y'all don't know what
their own backs, made ya look! what do you do is the lone pariah in a world of pirhanas. if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em. guess what end of the
charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack, you clock me, and you
charlie Cause I'm running things like some mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me you
by now I hope the Luniz got a hundred on it And if you're in it for the millions, E-40 I hope you see 40, before you be 40 What it look like, the great
calling and it can't be ignored You might be underground but you're overinsured You used to be unknown now you're mapped and explored You like to be untouched now you
