need Your love, love, love (I need Your love, I need Your love) (I need Your love) I need Your love, love, love (I need Your love, I need Your love) (I need Your
And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme A brand new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around, spendin' money havin' fun 'Cause even then, I'm still #1 Soul Assassin crew
MC, 'cause my initials are official. Artificial styles get me riled up and thats rough, pup Your stuff sucks and I get wild and its tough love. The
I got the flux capacitator for my Model T Ford With lots of Giga watts to go back to before The items on the floor at your novelty store, need I say
socks Me and you against the world like 2Pac And I hope you got your crew locked Can we puff to 2 glocks Why you actin' like your too sharp? In the caddy
Yeah...it's been a long time coming y'all... We dreamin' big...(it's the anthem)... it's Group 1 Yo since the first time this little boy picked up a
to you I've traveled down so many roads that only brought me pain And with every bridge I burned you could've turned away But you never let me go your love
world made me your home And no one else allowed To enter cause you alone inside Makes it a full full house No need for a deck of cards Everything I need
cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your
sleeping in that vest dog I don't need 50 Cent, my *****z make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot ***** wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge Now your
that vest dog I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot nigga wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge Now your
fingers and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your
and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your
like a glove I had a crush on you since Real Love Hold your horses I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is Sex, I'm takin no losses Even groups like
bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your
we don't settle for less G Unit in the house Better wear ya vest G Unit in the house Forget the rest GGGGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 1: Young Hot Rod] Homie
Me and you against the world like 2pac And i hope you got your crew locked Can we puff to 2 glocks Why you actin like your too sharp In the caddy get
