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
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
(by Mary J. Blige) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with
up in court and don't even care I'm a lil' nigga that a make a hundred bricks disappear A muthafuckin' gangsta, hold up (Can ya hear me now?) Say, say, say, say round
lil' bit, just a lil' bit Just a lil' bit, just a lil' bit Do you think about me? I know you think about me Just a lil' bit, just a lil' bit Just a lil
need a sub And Ii??m neva looking down so I always know wassup A picture wont do me Justice League in this bitch I'ma do me trust this Patience lil label
like the condo, we could move the party to the bedroom Momma beat your body like a congo Since we in the club for now, for now Might as well get another round, round
then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch Lil mama you know you
the same seams, Even wore the same jersey on the same team, These niggas really outta place they so outta bounds, So go on take ya lil shots till ya outta rounds
case Need rooms just bought a new safe Audemar just got a new face Blowin' that Obama Ridin' round with that Llama Solid gold's my Uzi Free my n-gga Lil
it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) wait a minute [x2] [Lloyd Banks] I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come
Lol smiley face, lol smiley face Shorty called my phone, I was busy, I was busy Cruisin' in that Benz 'round the city, 'round the city Then I felt my
was sixty days CHORUS (2X) Fuck it send me up the road i aint goin to trial, take my lick an sit down put on a couple pounds,told my round told me down
