She cut me like a knife Had a beautiful thing Maybe you just saved my life In just a glance Down here on Magic Street Love's a fool's dance I ain
law, my bitch for the triflin whore Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things for Bitch sexy, and beautiful, and gangsta, and golden Love to
the truth? I kinda miss robbin and stealin cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
it All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted Yo I love my niggas, don’t love no chicks I like to light
mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow Stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm
I always love to gun a shit hard While you loving, hating niggas trying to tarnish the God I know some dudes that would love to bring the hatred to ya
street yo Weak flow, take your shit like I’m comin to repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through
man to love Cause I need, I need a man to love Respect me, protect me, rule over, drool over Run away to ivory towers, buy me a bunch of flowers and love
don't even got to ask ya I'm the mixtape master and I'm linked to disaster! (disaster, disaster, woo!) I put product in the streets and soon you open
another side of rounds I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game
thru the hood, like here comes trouble Year of the dog again, first week double Low in the rider, east coast nigga Fo' in the rider, street loc nigga
will take) All my sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (yes) Like the wind blow [DMX] Yea, uh From 80 school street to
my mother Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into
has changed You make the moon a mirrorball The streets an empty stage The city's silence, violins Everything has changed So lift off love All down to you, dear And lift off love
seven And it's half past six I pray to God for love I'll make Jihad for love And I just might pull your freakin' card for love Make you sing 'Hey Love
only meant to love me Until you found someone new I guess I should have seen That you had one foot out the door Now I don't go down Rampart Street no
and that Hov shit Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours Truly just check the suicide doors Thirty inch
of a street in the new world Crying sorely, as he was destined for so much more Nobody helps him, they are busy reaching for the sun No more love or