thinking How sweet love is as it begins Taken for granted, it slips through your fingers And leaves you on needles and pins But there ain't no way baby
. Everybody knows I don't mess around. I can break'em, shake'em, Any time of day. I like to steal it and make 'em pay, So please don't cry to beat
me home, she turned me out But before sunrise she said I must leave It was a cold chill on a summer night Never thought the girlie wouldn't treat me right It
hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round
common sense 'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea It's the gear, it
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
a killin' Or not a shillin' This is love it or hate it music But, at least we made it music And we didn't make it industry This is gon' be interesting
If you think it's like that, it's not so just stop All mankind time runnin down on one watch, just watch If, you, are, just, coming, in, I, will Say it
got to jam on it And Miami you got to jam on it And California you got to jam on it Got to jam on it Got to jam on it, got to jam on it Chicago got
to the Tony estates Blew on the first class flight to L.A. It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So were it came from? That nigga we
't look back again Looking for your daughters And your lottery tickets Love it or leave it, I'm like this Even if we don't look back again I love my
't look back again "Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it. I'm like this" Even if we don't look back again "I love
't help me write, right, but I got [unverified] Like a destruction worker, when it's time to build Get off like Sam Jack' and it's 'Time To Kill' In perseverance
And for my dogs I ain't seen in awhile I still got love for y'all ain't got a chance to return your call I'm in chicago I'm getting paid man bigger
it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California Let's take it New
it very hard We winnin, I climb a lot of mountains We winnin, I ran a million yards We winnin, but man who's counting We winnin, it ain't about to slow
So why be sad, why be mad Now you can see it ain't about the cheddar It's all about the time that we spend together Not the rhyme or the crime or the
brothers And let ?em know what goes on Rolling Stones of the rap game, not braggin? Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin? Spell it backwards, I?ma leave it at that That ain?t