(hey, hey, hey) I can make your bedrock (Nicki Minaj) Okay I get it Let me think I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns
trying to fill it With the treasures of life The pleasures of the night but nothing ever will There's a restlessness deep in my soul And I know it's
and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause this next section's, as big as the Fuckin', bleedin' Ti, fuckin' Titanic And it's called the Heart Attack
Uh.. Come on [3X] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (
streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence
the hardest largest artist heart just collapse I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back and start from scratch I'm locked and I'm trapped
, that it's good It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby Ohh, like that baby, like that It's all good, it's all good It's all good, it's all good
of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shattered And when the day turns night, souls get bruised and
Had it all planned out and the man dem was a part of it Music game's fucked up, it's nutin' like we thought of it Messed up, it's all a bit, mad, I'
you my all and you still take from me. And I give, and I give And you take, and you take And you just walk away without nothing to say And I give you
black hole on the horizon I hear your voice calling me Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Meet
they see me and I'm puttin' red dots On niggaz foreheads to makin' motherfuckers Indian You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder 'Cause I put holes
niggaz do alot of dead and let'em see ya sweatin' and get PCed out protection the by shit cause cliqs sent renim and have you cut up if you don't pay
last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All you see is..' and
When it thump make the nigga with the heart turn punk Would ya, would ya would ya would ya please leave me alone so I can get my Chuck D on "Yes.. the
s table'll get you killed regardless, like my brother's label My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the truest We can do it, put your vest into it
, carry street sweepers And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it