look over your shoulder constantly (Hook) People see rock stars You know what I'm sayin But you still try to Get out'n work like, like... everybody else, you know You
my dying day No - til my dying day I'll be OK 'cause Lovesexy is the one til my day is done Hundalasiliah I know there is a devil because he talks so
give the crowd what they wanted I rock the mic and now, they don't want you on it So I own it, I make my grip tight It's like I'm nuttin' nice when
She hears him saying Heather Jo, I love you, though small minds reject us Toast them with a giant Dr. Pepper Hoist your turkey legs into the air To the love
you can see it all clearly I hold you dearly in my thoughts cause like you theres no other Sincerely Yours, Cuban Link, your twin your brother Baby I love you
lips become percussion and my fists become the rage and I pound on this table til it gives me something to say then I think about things that Ive seen
Real] My own son don't know me I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only
* I cant go to sleep unless I write something *Then stay awake* I can't stay awake unless I recite something I can't recite something without tight substance When I bust and I
I speak and represent for the U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot
, Standin there beside your dress. All the things I wanted from you, I never could express. I thought I saw you once in Munich, But you slipped away. I
love bud And if you think you can hang, then come fuck with a thug And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood But when you see a thug you better
my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every day I have so much to say [2
but love *chorus* [singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya [2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love (repeat 4X) I love to go back, to the block
I thought you got your flow back, what happened man You had that super difficult, seven syllables at the minimal Atypical schemes and you packed 'em in Now you slack and when you rappin', you
happened to 'I want a clair huxtable' And 'the only rap videos I make are instructional' I think you got a little bit too comfortable And you still out of love
garments, always give the crowd what they wanted I rock the mic and now, they don't want you on it So I own it, I make my grip tight It's like I'm nuttin