It's real love, the kind you know will last forever. We are the perfect pair. Oh' Baby it's real love, and I'm glad I met you honey, and Cause I know
see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt That's the only way I'm going out, it's on It's on, it's on motherfucker and you can't turn the
the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock 'n' roll But it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's therapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it
be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang On any young nigger with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see 'cause I know what it's
IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP!) GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!) SHAKE, GET-GET IT! (OW, JUST WORK IT!) DON'T STOP, WORK IT! (DON'
Do it fluent keep it real and straight We make it bump de bump We make it bump se bump We make it pump se pump We make it bump Save your corny missions
love with (Yes, there is) Living inside this woman unknown But she's scared to let it show I know it sound like some bug shit (Yeah, it do) It's just
[Mad Child] yo it took 5 minutes now i call you baby both fucked up but we still good crazy got boyfriends so our love's like maybe ro dawg ask if we
2-4's, yeah, I'm in that new range, yeah Yeah, it's the same shit, yeah but it's a new game, yeah Yall ain't real man, yeah, stop that grill man, yeah
love (Start falling in love) It changes your whole world (Turns you upside down) I never knew (Say, I never knew) About real love (Can?t you see I never knew about real love) It
to make love I wanna make sweet love to you, girl Now the time is come to share the pleasures Of love our bodies feel inside It'll be wonderful, it'
I spit When I get a bit of scrilla, Tech is givin' niggas shit Love 'em, love us but the playa hatin' niggas betta split It'll neva be another Tecca Nina
it You ain't gotta answer now you can merinate on it But before I go I got to throw this serenade on it It goes When it rains and when it thunders If
thinking about creepin' Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song Camouflage love
with the death I was sellin' And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense,
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's
on the block still caught in the game It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah) It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it