way (I looked at you that way) Tonight I'll make my way into your house I must, I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To
I look at you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take
Translation: From First To Last. ...and We All Have A Hell.
why I look at you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To
who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity, we erased one another So far from where we
a judge 'All rise' This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries Yo, I'm from the projects Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we
sky From the dash until the day we die From the laughter to the lonely cry We all deny Lie and multiply
that) somebody else will do you betta, so why the hell are we together? but then we make up, and then we rite back back in love, it's all good people think we
so much shit we gotta discuss When you think about me do you get stuck Cause when I think about you everything just Reminds me of when we had our first Christmas And I've been thinking we
and dad were still in love. In 1979. It was a good, good year. All the decades and the years have passed, Not every family is built to last, No time
last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it
pinned that he braked, he skid, put it in reverse and he came back quick. Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big, this is what happened to this bitch: we
anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last name was Ide's and the first name Old But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy We
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off, but you first G I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery
him we'll make a movie We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we [Verse 4 - Gudda Gudda] Yeah, Young Money army we marching We coming forward
