my heart Half on my heart, baby Half on my heart, baby Half on my heart, you're the only reason Half on my heart, only reason Baby Half on my heart Half
Cruising man I'm Jamaican, or American contest and gonna feel my wrath [Verse 3] Is this the way it's suppose to be the lord to hear my prayers are you
a ride, yeah Tricky : Roll with the bullets to survive...to survive...to survive Self preservation Martina : Roll with the bullets Just to survive
out, never that They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh) Upon my secret arrival Two glock four-fives, time for survival Death to my
Lyrics Like the Holy Koran Niggas get Shook Like 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride Plus Survival Money Making plans Pistol Closing hands Swollen
in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Chorus 2X Verse Three: Kastro, Young Noble They got a APB, out on my Thug family
livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I pop in their mind, a silent killer Straight out the ghetto a grimy nigga My lyrics were potent, my
, let it flow Whoaaaaaa (My heart is on fire) My heart is on fire My soul's like a wheel that's turning My love is alive, uh yeah My love is alive Yeah
at the crossroad Thugging wid my people and I seen so much evil In the midst I hear you, but I fear no evil Crooked life revealing tick tock racing against my time Against my
my shirt, I got a life I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry I shedded my last tear when
knows where heaven is How does this love survive Try a little tenderness to keep this love alive Nights begin to drive me down It's waiting in my heart
to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs Ya
bitches in back of the rover Then bounce with the coca, bag up bitches outside of the costa rica area level, my features and carry my posters [talking
half a mil' Whether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart (You know we got you open) like your gut splits apart I never pass the buck, my shoulder
Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My
I said but later doesn?t always come so instead it?s okay, You could thank me now uhh, yeah, well alright, here I go [Verse 1:] my hollow from my heart
world wanna rip up this page wanna pour out this heart wanna get up on this stage and my lips become percussion and my fists become the rage and I pound