Two perfect silhouettes fading as the years go by They feel it happening but grown too numb to even try She whispers in his ear (I love you) So heartless
eat the food I steal Floors ain't dirty enough My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all
swervin', gunshots close the curtains; Biggie! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - The Game] Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talk Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't
you ain't never seen Can you keep your cool if I whip until you cream? Don't mean to be obscene, put the children to bed Thugs like N.O.R.E. in the
tha flo' it's a t-k-o all you heard was Big Chan don't hit me no mo' shit this ain't a game street niggas know the m-o I kill em with words serve
obstacle Now my proposal rips the global From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called
yea we don't watch, uhh, we don't watch the war, we watch f--kin...f--kin bikini car wash...s--t's more amusing to me these days...sorry if that makes
haters pissed Don't reckless, this not a diss This not a threat, this real shit And don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin me Ain't no toppin me,
to mics and start blastin' 'em J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em I'm not fashionable but I am international I called
get perved (E-40) You don't wanna get perved, nigga You don't wanna fuck wit this rossi shit ( ) Man, don't forget the ice man (E-40) Oh, you want something to O
know, I know Don't come unless you gangsta' don't come unless you killa I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't Them niggas got them cars
block I'm seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I'm doin the walk I'm an O.G., I call my tire niggas a wop Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight
-sun Sweden, Gotham City to Gothenburg Don't give a fuck y'all, I'm from the city of a suburb P R O to the M O E Messing with me and you end up a memory
m killin the strut and walk with a bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might
a motherfucker "I don't care, call the cops.." Fuckin shit, BEOTCH! "I don't care, call the cops.." Yeah that's that shit "I don't care, call the
) ohhhhh (one love) The L, the L, the L, the L One love (one love) welll (there's only one love) The O, the O, the O, the O
go get perved (E-40) You don't wanna get perved, nigga You don't wanna fuck wit this Rossi shit (...) Man, don't forget the ice man (E-40) Oh, you want something to O
toast to this) And y'all can't come (close to this) {*scratched: "Dilated, heavy rotated" - "with Tha Liks"*} [E-Swift] I cook up beats like dope, they should call
