more than this I wanted more than money More than money, more than this I wanted more than money I wanted more than this I wanted more than money More than money, more
Translation: Love Spit Love. More Than Money.
in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah
Nation, Wale look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough whole town, a little more girls you know I spit
my club Nothing dims the mood except for the lateral G4 flights, now we're off to Australia I wanna see more of the world These are more than just words
could ever hope for you nigga, you understand know what I'm saying, I forgot more shit than you could remember nigga, I got more muthafucking money in my chain draw than
best you ever hope for know what I'm saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you
's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G's on me, than a late
Just looking for that hook [Chorus - Eminem] (Wait Dre look!) Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love
me, no more Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love, no love Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love And I don't need you no more Get 'em I'm alive
One way tickets, my niggaz and no fear Some said that we was trippin, the mission was so clear Don't wanna go there, the money was over there I still love
way tickets, my n-ggas and no fear Some said that we was trippina?? the mission was so clear Dona??t wanna go there, the money was over there I still love
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone] Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie
, Equinox rhymin', Layzie perfect timin' Grab my gun Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper
down here the pavement scorching Its more on roc when the Mobb walks in shit gets hot like a ill potty grill spilled on you Spit fire with nines but
let the Visa speak And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist special clock but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and
