it up Face up -- or you can only back down Face up -- hit the target, or you better hit the ground Face up -- there's still time to turn the game around Face up
up FACE UP -- Or you can only back down FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP
Translation: Rush. Face Up.
my breath (Breath) So caught up that I forget (Forget) Every time you're close I shiver, shiver, shiver I wanna rush into your touch It just feels so right I wanna rush
bed So come here And never leave this place Perfection of your face Slows me down, slows me down So fall down I need you to trust me Go easy, don't rush
them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha, yeah, suited up ready to dumbs out Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door With our guns out Hey yo yo hold up
Lover face, I'll view you as the revolver Introduced in my play, act one Lover face, wanna make you ejaculate Until it's no longer fun I confess to really
this motherfucker out It got me in the club, in the club Just rocking like this, oh, oh Da-dun-dun, the sun done Yep, the sun done came up but we still up
settle shit, rebel shit Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your block Last standin', coked up, we fucked up Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
All of these images were rushing through my head All my thoughts filtered back to you 'Cause you were the one who held my hand Who picked me up when I was face
every time I jam Hey man, here I am Living the life with the world in my hands A rush from the crowd, the roar of the fans When the lights come up he
We touch, I feel a rush, we clutch, it isn't much But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress
bed So come here And never leave this place Perfection of your face Slows me down Slows me down So fall down I need you to trust me Go easy, don't rush
[Lil' Wayne] I got Young Money up, And now I got my feet up, Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B's up Doing what the fuck I want, Hate me all
