back again Leavin' without her Is too much to bear But when we're together Too much nothin' to share But too much love I've never seen Too much love I
bout commitment, Its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head, Fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg, She aint even have to run to get away with the bread
we meet then I'm spaying shit up Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that Cause that cat you embracing with love Might clap that gat cause
me I just wanna remain a nigga that's loyally loved Through his levels of pain, and i won't be contained even if incarcerated still i'm only in chains, bury bread
mans cuff Who is tapping his foot to a rune And your highs are a ruin You want too much Lets say you came back sometime too soon I loved your master
more colors than the game Simon Says Go lights out And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out" And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha
woo!) Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just right Never too much, never too
wanna read about the love you're making Don't wanna hear about the life you're faking Don't wanna read about the muck they're raking You sang your song For much too
tell me) (JD's RAP) See around here We’re just too much We could slow it down and ya still couldn’t Catch us My town Full of heavy hitters, Bread
Paul McCartney stuck in my head He fell in love with a bitch, she walked away on one leg She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread That's
thing my momma wouldn't condone Counting everything I own in my muthafucking ZONE, I'm up too high somebody come get me down down down down Said I'm up too
starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya
get never the less, young n shineing with the best I promised my momma one day i'll be a rhymer, she left But I love her so much it's like she never took
cross that Bridge tuck ya goods in Niggas get shot, stabbed up & get bucked (yeah!) you broke bitches aint got a dollar, go get fucked for your rent money, too much
ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And when it comes to rhymes (Brick city) Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much
was and aint Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink I be in southside nigga til it's said and done And I was always taught to take the bread and run Here
favorite drug, the shit so serious Me, her and purple, point black period [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P:] Me and her been doin it far too much 'Til
