you up Believe in me, Just keep your faith and believe in all that you make. Believe in me, My love is not a gamble; You can count on me. Believe in
pick you up Believe in me, Just keep your faith and believe in all that you make. Believe in me, My love is not a gamble; You can count on me. Believe
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, nowwww [Fat Joe] Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo' Better have my money cause I knock on do's Better yet
do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She
the butcher just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe that escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve theres a parallel state where floors,
even harder Praise to the man upstairs, yes the father Positive tip, now dance on the floor and have room for the Chubbster The Chubbster, the Chubbster, Chubbster Come on
like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook Yes, please believe she gorgeous And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress The blood
on the block, never seen him before Selling incense and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly
a nigga got locked, yeah You brought me clean drawers and socks On the dance floor, tried to sneak in some top It's like my pen be the heart, ink be the blood
t waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet
on the prom dance floor You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big scene Or be like MacGyver and cut it clean Either way there's gonna be blood on the floor
Oh, I know that it's easy There's no trouble waitin' for me Dance floors, headlights, in my blood there's gasoline For an urban boy on a dirty tour I
three quarters of his body Please say, ?Put yo hands down? If you're spinning rims spin counter clockwise You are not pimpin' If you are dancin' on the dance floor
hokey rookie daytrippin on visions of chickens that looked like R Crumb drew em. They grew em in the royal dirt of Suffolk County?s flooring with the blood
t stand that sap [Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt
the fire every night burn her at the steak for all to see Gas all on the evil person weep and final scream Or so it seems after ashes gone but on the floor
