'Cause I believe in love like the good book says Not the gospel according to you You can't two-step around step number one And then skip down to three
this ain't killing me I've tried one, two, three too many times (To walk away) I've heard one, two, three too many lies So I gotta pretend that I'm not
all you seem to ever see I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon' do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) Why not
CARLY WALKING IN THE DOOR ON THE PHONE. CARLY: I TOLD YOU THE FRONT DOORS WOULD BE LOCKED?YOU GOTTA GO TO THE BLUE DOORS IN THE BACK OF THE?OH MY GOD
else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness Down La Seneca
all over the whole ceilin' Chorus x2 (Lord Infamous) Checkin' us out while tap on the door Kickin' them down hit the floor Innocent victims are shuttin' their door
9s I be poppin ya Witness a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo back door These hoes
t ridin' or dyin' too Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly You hit enough, I'm about to down
evening but he did not hear my shout I looked in the window and I saw the fire was out When he would not wake up I forced in the door And I saw that
not the everyday herb Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb Fuck a pronoun, I get down for my crown Pass the three pound, show it to
wrong with makin it out Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin Never look back [Master P] How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
Sittin' at a poker table holdin' kings and threes So far lady luck, sure has been good to me I should quit while I'm ahead but I'll hang around instead
sitting down I want all chairs off the floor And if he stands to the wall, show him the door And the PK nothing giving you something to rock to To go nonstop to, not
bills with Teddy Roosevelt Better slow down, tellin' you now, *** Kick your door down, surround the block Where you go now? Fifty shots spit at you and that is not
runway Time collides Shipments that never came I drank enough To almost feel at home right here Breaking rules and breaking down But not enough to make
] Well, she was not quite beautiful- [JACK'S MOTHER] I wish my son were not a fool. I wish my house was not a mess. I wish the cow was full of milk.
There's no way we could disguise it Secretely... So we take each other's hand 'Cause we seem to understand The urgency just remember... You're the one thing I can't get enough