heart Deep in my heart a valley so true I wanna know where to start and baby Deep in my heart it's true, I will follow you Deep in my heart it's true
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you know, she is so beautiful - yo yo Baby, are you all for me Baby, my heart is in need Of a love wanting, to cherish the soul Everyday thinkin' so deep
a G I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P- E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts And nah Cham ain't never
dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a [Ice Cube] (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre [Dr Dre] You tell me, you talk to Ren [MC Ren
gank me Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee Overrun and put the Presidency After needin that, I'm down wit' O.P.P. I met Farrakhan and had dinner
't know what life will be in H.I.P. H.O.P. Without the boy H.O.V. (I will be, I will be) Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah) So after this
Cornice Took a look inside And what did they see Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P Oh shit, the thought crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's
Il en coute A qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame O temps! O moeurs! J'ai beau crier Tout le monde
P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something about
-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo, yeah, I'm tellin' ya when I die You can see what's deep in my eye, my eye You can see what's deep in my eye, my eye 7 Sign
angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin' those to sleep Till I raise up on my enemies Let's get pumped for
fly back to the block now I got it... -Layzie Bone- ...Now I got a little money in my pocket, about a couple g's, its been a long time since I got it
ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the
A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And send me up a hub to a state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or
we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on my P's, Q's, and my G hoes G, G, G
give me a hug And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like
