Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger an endless
Michael Jackson Cover Hee-hee! Ooh! Go on girl! Aaow! Hey pretty baby with the High heels on You give me fever Like Ive never, ever known Youre just
There's so much life I've left to live and this fire's burning still When I watch you look at me, I think I could find the will To stand for every dream
Whenever I'm with him Something inside Starts to burnin' And I'm filled with desire Could it be the devil in me Or is this the way love's supposed to
Originally by Martina McBride
(by Mary J. Blige) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with
kill me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against me, pussy nigga you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil' pussy
you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain’t a hoe Snap yo bitch Come here lil mama you know you wanna
I just can't take it [Chorus] Oh, get, oh Oh, oh Oh, Get, oh Oh, oh Oh, get, oh Oh, oh Oh, Get, oh Oh, oh [Lil Mama:] Yea, Lil Mama Lets go It's hard
hook Now it's the money, that make this here world round' And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and
full-time grinders, hard time hustlas Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust From tracks to traps, slabs to raps Spread a little round',
[Chorus] Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't
granted. [Chorus] [verse 2: Timati] Please save the bay beast Black white Yellow stop All let the maybes Hating, crazy All a brother needed was a lil
dissing you Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch [Verse Two] Temperatures rises Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats Niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds
they rowdy then a muthafucka, I love you niggas like brothas, but don't fuck with this... [2Pac] But hey now, look at what we got, Miss really Bad Ass runnin' round
need is a lil bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit We can head to the crib in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your
