another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood sucker Fat motherfucker, now looks who's in trouble As you
Open up the door when you take her to the movies When you meet the parents you tell De Niro Her boyfriend is zero she needs to cut the wierdo Next show
shit was stillable I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it You need the whip, cluck it
to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Threat) What they screamin' when they shout? We boom you need some elbow room, that's right Who they
, I bet you can't, bet you can't do it like this Bet you can't, bet you can't do it like this Bet you can't, bet you can't rock it like this Bet you can
a pageant queen. But I know you wish it was me You wish it was me (Don't cha?) Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out Of the church
you 'Cause your fever makes me feel so good Turn it up, boy, you make your move See I'm burning but it feels so good Can't get enough when I'm with you You
the king, partner You know I couldn't leave you Without hollerin' at you one more time right, baby Okay, man, go Sexy boy, sexy boy, won't you be my
, I'm giving you a bath thermometer in hand and I'm coming for your ass who you think you getting past I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is made
for your stash When I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got) Wit you **** money
to a lot of hound dogs on the hunt you need a push to a lotta cush rolling a blunt you the hottest at the dance but you ain't what I want I'm a business
If I told you I wanted to talk to you, You know, You'd think I'm try'na holla at you. And maybe I am but, You wouldn't hear me out anyways would you?
same thing So who you placin' the blame on (On) You keep on singin' the same song Let bygones be bygones You can go on and get the hell on You and your
What would you write if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant
no need to chat for there'll be plenty time for that From the subway to my home Endless ringing of my phone When you're feeling all alone All you gotta
dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you
all her work, now she need me To do her dirty work It's a small world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don