I want to go into Your heart, I start to see Where there's just You and there's no me So into Your heart is where I'll be Into Your heart He drew the
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resistance I want to go into Your heart, I start to see Where there's just You and there's no me So into Your heart is where I'll be, into Your heart
at my nigga? FIYAHHHH!!!! [Xzibit] I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart
's hall not a stray slidin all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face another one of 'em came through the wall Before anyone could even hear the
I'm on it, act like they want it Im'll bring the heat Just let me know the place we plan to meet And I'm in it sure as your heart beat [Loon] Yo I ain
sound of the beat Put the music up loud hear it in the street Then the neighbours start banging on my front door Throw the door wide open saying what's your
at half-past seven Now it's going on a quarter 'til nine All the angels want to know Are you lost or treading water? And you're going on your fifteenth
. is I'm on it, act like they want it, I'm'll bring the heat Just let me know the place we plan to meet And I'm in it sure as your heart beat Yo I ain
of endin' it And when your number comes for service then they send it in Now, your time has arrived for the final test I see the fear in your eyes and hear your
with soap And, if life's a b****, then I bet she bitter and cold Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your
club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist Strain of this slang and inject it into your veins Did your heart
the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang I'll take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins Did your heart
, gotta get into it, get into it Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, jump into the ocean Before it split, gotta jump into it Rip, rip in Egypt, get into
half-past seven Now it's going on a quarter to nine All the angels want to know Are you lost or treading water? And you're going on your fifteenth bender