'm a Soopa Villain I got the whole world in my palm I'm about to bite it, fucking eat it til it's gone Call your loved ones (Chorus x2) You're
it, I'm a Soopa Villain I got the whole world in my palm I'm about to bite it, fucking eat it til it's gone Call your loved ones (Chorus x2) You
be my man and I'll be your girl 2012 x 7 Tomorrow it's all about to be over So I only live to serve ya The dark is about to devour the Earth So come
10 For what? for killin' my best friend And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must After the first time the second time was a rush What about the
' about? Why you talkin' loud?" What you talkin' about? What you talkin' about? Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin' about? Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin' about
chorus 4x] lets go back to school to the old school to the times when the single file lines was the rule to the days that we had to study all the maps
kitchen homie we put out raw Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt y'all Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found y'all Rollin through
tippin, Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin, Violated for the thing they say after dippin, But squash this, see it's all about the ballin
Where your ride at? On the passenger side of your hoe Tryin ta come up on another g The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me Lookin love-ly
wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living after i spent it on his children and ten others, Lets see thats three sisters and 7 brothers all we
89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did 'cause I love'm I never seen
a way I would turn green, from me being in trenches Him, livin' adventurous not worryin' about expenditures Think back, I never left the premises 24/7 on corner, now let's remember this After
, Terror Squad It should be about us Be about trust What's luv? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) What's love? It's about us It's about trust, babe
Got more cocks to rub And if you don't, I done got this far without yo love Hoes want the nigga in the t-shirt and rolex And y'all still get the .9 up
ve heard this before Can barely hear myself think, jaw's gotta be sore That's what she said, get it? All that blabin just quit it You a know it all bastard
all about love It's all about love, love, love, love, love It's all about love, love, love, love, love It's all about love, love, love, love, love ...
And give thanks to the master That through all the disaster We're still here together after Better count your blessings Cause yo this year, can't wait 'til it gets here 7
no, no, no. It'll just take a lot of looking after. Well think about you, amsterdam. It's a lovely dog, huh. Yoko: yes, it's lovely. John: thank you