in your eyes That made me realise Now I hear voices deep inside Telling me, telling me it's you and I Don't wanna love you if you don't love me Don'
,He,That's what it is,it's pain,know what I'm sayin'? I don't know man it's like... You spend years developing your artistry Know what I'm sayin'?,perfecting
Chorus] That's what it is, it's pain, you know what I'm saying? I don't know man it's like You spend years developing your artistry Know what I'm sayin
sound I give you music that pounds Start movin' the ground I'm a wildfire ya'll just burnin' slow Got that Midas touch with it how it turn to go You gotta
music nothing but bad taste I murder beats you can ask mace homie My shit I drop stinkier then trash day I ain't gotta change shit I'm so dangerous And
Miller] I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I
, Iful The New Ice Cube Plus My Guns They Rock Mics Too So What's Good? Is You Crip? Or You Blood? Somebody Call Khaled Tell Em' "Ya Boy What's Hood"
I will watch now There's been a take over baby hostile Yea the young cali convict got the rock now I hear the rumors saying that I'm just pop now Like
wanna die sometime [Z-Ro:] First off, I gotta say that I'm thankful for Trae If I ain't never told you I love you, I'm telling you today Cause you made
I know you think I am Even though I kick it with a lot of - females I can honestly tell you that I ain't gotta - female But since I'm fresh out of jail
that you make your change Got a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through, and hit from the back Were you thinking you a g, when you fucking that hoe But I
and the ones like you Because I've done everything that you have tried And I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here
Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro Shook When You
This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [
Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and
Em) Started at poverty now they call us the penticle Talkin? Bugatti I blow it all on a vehicle Millions in real-estate and the work that I administrate When I
so what you wanna do Here's my number babe I'm gonna give it away Here's my number babe call me up when you wanna play Can I play now babe I let you