to let you out You seem to think it's too late don't give up We're not dead he cannot kill me I am your life your voice within It's time to break loose
roll up with the illest doja You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From
these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that
do beautiful things Feeling voices again not good Think the sky is pregnant with maggots Cuz something happened in the parking lot I'm searching for the context not finding it Don't
can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o It not to be banned
one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't
(Sisters With Voices in the house) SWV (Sisters With Voices in the house) SWV (Sisters With Voices in the house) SWV (Sisters With Voices in the house) SWV (Sisters With Voices
a pumpkin Commit treason now I have a reason To hunt you down it's only right its rappers season, yeah you With the loud voice posin' like your top
, I still run with that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king
funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips
of pearls Don't forget your spider web When I go to sleep tonight Don't let me dream of brother Ray, no, no, no, don't Don't get me wrong, I'm glad
like to make a call, Please hang up and try again If you need help, Hang up and then dial your operator If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and
woo I want your love (Background) I want you, ya know? First it started with a simple kiss Your hand in mine, no we didn't waste no time. Like Ice
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like
could get them thangs for a lesser fee Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick
ready can't you tell. I want her bad as hell. I can't control it can't you tell baby (UGK) Show me what your working with Ever got knowcked off on a
a 'Real Thin Line' I ran across a few real niggas, a lotta hatin' niggas A lot of fake niggas were those In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't
