I don't wanna be the last you know I don't wanna leave you, i just wanna be with you If there's more that i should know I don't wanna know V2:
these freshman is about to get iffy While this youngin' that you doubted is about to get busy I'mma kill it, I promise this, I know you mad I've always
believe it Then keep it a secret nd watch me achieve it 'Cause I know what I want now So if you want the money If you gotta make If you the only one
yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But you
armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song,
I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [Verse 4 - 50 Cent]
love with you Don't you wanna dance This may be the last chance (the last chance) That I get (that I get) to love you (to love you) ooo ooo ooo Out
I said, "Why you up in there dancin' for cash? I guess a whole lot's changed since I seen you last" She said, "What would you do if your son was at
do to keep you loving me And its just to much for me to not have you by my side cause no matter what your going through you know that im gon' ride yea Nas- You
get to know you I, I, I want you with me I, I, I just want to show you You belong to me I, I, I wanna get to know you I, I, I want you with me I, I,
actin? stank then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don?t or you will or
me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't neva been scared, that's been my very last
't over (Over) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors [Unverified] on Sunday Never know I might bust on you
us down You know the talk of the town them long bud Now you f**kin wit a lion strugglin tryin to see these thugs Tryna get rid of us like the war on drugs
tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby You right about that shit right there You know, Is that right? Heh heh Nigga you
of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon' be got, they out to pinch ya. Bullshit you not--killin' because
doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all that shit Every chance you get you
On top of that everybody hates you gutts All because (?) I blowin up bigger than an African Bus But don't hate me cause you ain't do it like us I know
