for a burning desire To fall in love And put out the fire that's been burning Picking up the pieces And putting them down again Picking up the pieces
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telling Where the coppers be dwelling One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But, I practice what I preach and see that these slugs Up in
'-ass-day, the sequel Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin' swords in the war That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up This is a hold up,
it's all goodie And be a ride a Benz wit my knees, what? Breakin' trees up, rollin' weed up on my way to the V up To put the G's up, see yuk, hella high
m fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick
you like that boob? And I got up in the strawberry's a whip cream, cause I be loving the way you wipe that fruit I take of piece of them then put it
niggas living off they last bucks Phone is off, rent is backed up Come on home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up
s everlasting in cement It's cellular recombinant, he is not lite, he will not die Carve up-sell off Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available from
hound ya for a piece of that, hows about a squeeze on that Im easy, like Sunday morning ill give up my cheese for that Thick miss, Krizz is the pick for
cram up, clan up, ain?t not time to clam up, we gone fight with praise everybody put your hands up. (Hook) Holy Spirit pick us up we need to feel you
all night and love to have sex Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more Who got a lighter 'bout to blaze up
game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up, fagot ass tore up
this nigga I ain't neva seen him before, my life Bitch ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be? 'Cause, niggaz, I grew up wit' threw up shit On some
I'll squeeze the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin' Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers bluffin' " I cuff my nuts while cussin' "Don't trust him" I'm round up
G's up and flea those towns Busta's freeze up when my V slow down I ease up with these four pounds Squeeze up to three four rounds I pick these up its
touched before Seen what I never seen before Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Circulate like a Sunday paper Capers caught long time with cheap flicks Good picks
