is sent from Heaven above I'm truly, baby, I'm truly in love with you, with you And I wanna get it on, all night long c'mon I want to be with you all
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is sent from heaven above I'm truly baby I'm truly in love with you with you and I wanna get it on all night long c'mon. I want to be with you all the
screamin, "What are you on, drugs?!? Look at you, you're gettin blood all over my rug!" (Sorry!) She beat me over the head with the remote control opened
dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome! Lay low stay low you may see Jesus! You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason. You
both of my sides, So I wipe the blood from both of their eyes. From all four of their eyes. And while I wait for wounds to heal I see you by the window
bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend
the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you
't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it
son and my daughter [1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you
are left among brothers Some nights are better than others Some fights are left among brothers You know the freaks come out at night with the drama
Son you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with
And when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know Steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life Bound together by motherfuckers
yo gunz if you a real thug Uhh (Verse 2) Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking
hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught the babes Third, you
dope for no price, we just willin to take chances and get by, aint like we like to do it, we gotta sell by,cus if you dont theres a good chance you goin