mayweather girl imma put ur lights out (its like) shhhh... be quiet cuz ur body talks louder when your silent
to meet your mom and dad. Your mom cooked meatloaf even though I don't eat meat. I dug you so much I took some for the team. Your dad was silent. His
your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And
A simple fear to wash you away An open mind canceled it today A silent song that's in your words A different taste that's in your mind This is the life
mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo Gudda, I'm the East gang schizo It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
wanted was a silent place to grow Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up And let the world see all the beauty that you're made of 'Cause the way you hang your
me in a city near you And the way that we flex will make your face screw With my glamma campaign no making it rain But the thunder making the world wonder
got my girls We be clubbin like My phone's on silent I'm so tired I don't wanna hear your name no more I don't wanna see your face no more (Shut shut
Thing!) Throw your hands in the air! Admit two shots in the atmosphere! Verse 1 It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice
Come out with your hands on your head Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo Put the rap album down Leave MC Hammer alone, turn it off Right
song for you Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody 'Cause I'll write a song for you Sounds never dissipate, they only recreate In another place There's in your silent
m just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your
's on way Ahh, you'll never grow Ahh, you'll never grow (Bizzy) Where your friends ain't your friends And your foes ain't your foes Where these
saying shit, jeopardizing the whole thang Niggaz run out of freedom, niggaz start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Laughing in your face, chuckle
it while the gettin' is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours
Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent Niggas strapped with 45?s and ain?t smilin' And I?m drivin' to a place they?re all warrin