of your heart Goes on and on The silence in your head Is louder than a hurricane The silence in your head Will never let you go With the rising of her chest
heart Goes on and on Chorus: The silence in your head Is louder than a hurricane The silence in your head Will never let you go V2 (with?) the rising of her chest
I want her to feel it in her chest I want her to feel it in her soul I want her to lose control Mary, talk to 'em {Mary J. Blige:} I Yeah I You
nickle or a dime, a half or a pound Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start Something in your chest
And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese
chase, took her out the place Put her in a bed, put smile on her face (uh) She don't know "Joe Crack the Don" Never spend no type of real cheese on a
bitch niggaz is wastin' Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin' Catch me countin' cheese
your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags Not a dollar to loose Man let me hollar at you Never head
skyrocket and the way we go The way the bitches lookin love the way we blow Check it, we light shit up like broadway yo The crack-head rappers better
one time, dig this Head, shoulders, feet and toes, Work that body go'on and pose Please the crowd, easy now Go ahead baby girl cheese and smile
jus stay above the game They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim Go 'head nigga, say another name
Wayne, man I represent CMB My cell is ten in heat I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop head-bustas quick I rock here for my brick
a while [Lil' Wayne] All I was taught was murder murder Kill drama, and nothin' less I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest I had ta hustle
Every top of the line car they got Look I ride it From the Hummer to the Rover To the drop jag B and C lex truck Nothin' my click ain't had Everybody head
knees the same knees that she be prayin’ on now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, You can join yeah, what y’all wanna do I’m all ears smoking on that head
knicks... (check it) I'm over seas rockin hella capris, in the west Indies eatin delicacies... I tell 'em. They want Cain like erica, please. Brotha, your money young like government cheese
