do it for love absolution comes from within but love alone can save your soul from sin just don't do what the bad people do do it for love and only for
all, to prove I was there And I love the curses, but I'm not one for the trenches And I do love the walking, but thank god for the benches It's hard
them all to prove I was there And I love the curses but I'm not one for the trenches And I do love the walking but thank god for the benches it's hard
it on boo But for now we just sit and chill You never had love making like this for real Come on baby its just appeal Now take it slow and let me take
wanna make Love Tonight (tonight) Well if it is (Well If It Is) Wooooooooo Let Me Here You Scream Yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh! (Yeeeeeeeahhhhhh) Yeahhhhhhhhhe (Yeahhhhhhhhe) Tell me who's it
rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand
no love, when his do' low Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can While trying to give y'all the world, but all we got is two hands Tell me why
remember back in the game, it was tough No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough See if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty
enemies together But if you live by the sword, then you die by it So when it's time for me to go, it ain't no need to cry about it Cause I done done
place [Lil Boss Hogg] A pair of fresh pressed Khakis, and Chucks will do me fine I provide promethazyne, so please pour out that whine But don't waste it
Ro] I'm sick of being lied to, giving it my all, you know I tried to Maintain in the family is a must, I would of died to Do anything for my peeps But it
represent my nigga Put the deuce up by the roof, yelling out what it do for you my nigga Wrecking the microphone till ten and, keeping it crunk for you
it's like that for life, nigga (Chorus) Will I ever see the stage again Radio D.J.s gone respect my rhythm Feeling like I'm fin to hit the pen again What will I do
ass For real, count on it, respect it Trust it and believe it, we ain't no Fake ass niggas we real, packing loaded steel Ready to bust at will, we don't love
I think i lost my tweeter To your pussycats Do you call your pistols 'gats'? Don't sleep her love away Don't let her run away Don't sleep her love