he L I V E And a nigga T A K E something from me You can betcha last pound we gon be Riding round town with a buncha rounds (with a buncha rounds)
Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger an endless
Michael Jackson Cover Hee-hee! Ooh! Go on girl! Aaow! Hey pretty baby with the High heels on You give me fever Like Ive never, ever known Youre just
and this city rusted worn. has pulled us way. past torn and fast enough. we'll never get away. and i won't see you. fuck this fight away. and if you don
you're a winner, Didn't even take ya twelve rounds to do it You got the title now, I'ma tell the whole world To give it up for my girl Round three
wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds
to give in And after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo I lost count and started counting again One round with Jose Cuervo Two rounds with Jose Cuervo Three rounds
Well, round five or round six I forgot what I came to forget After Round seven, Or was it eight? I bought a round for the whole dang place And after nine rounds
't hear you, talk behind my back? You think I don't see oyu, and your hypocritical act Did you ever think about the rest Here's twelve rounds in the
I'm making the rounds with someone new Now that you've gone away But making the rounds It's not the fun if it was with you The glamor has gone from all
started counting again One round with Jose Cuervo I went two rounds with Jose Cuervo Three rounds with Jose Cuervo Five, or was it four Yeah six rounds with Jose Cuervo Eight rounds
There's so much life I've left to live and this fire's burning still When I watch you look at me, I think I could find the will To stand for every dream
Whenever I'm with him Something inside Starts to burnin' And I'm filled with desire Could it be the devil in me Or is this the way love's supposed to
Originally by Martina McBride
You a student fuckin' with a principal Rollin' like ten at a time Begin love revolves around a thin line Go against this send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds
Lulu's in the back room Screaming in her cell I'd like to switch her off But I don't feel so well You could move closer I think you have a pleasant smell
He is down on bended knee And that's all very well Like to live with you someday I think that would be swell I love the way you kicked my face in Then
