free More and more Not enough, I must score More and more Your love is the stuff I'd die for More and more You tease and mislead More and more More and more
Judah shall break every chain and give to us, oh my, the victory again and again The Lion of Judah shall break every chain and give to us, the victory again and
good when I'm coming She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beasting off the riesling And my nigga just
for life Bad Boy, we ain't goin' nowhere Uh-huh,uh-huh, what? We ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' stay right here For ever and ever and ever and ever, c
if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas
Boy for life Bad Boy, we ain't goin nowhere Uh, huh, uh, huh what? We ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and
the same? This is turning into way more than a game.. Now it feels like soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down And I will show you victory
Maino: Just when I started to feel like there was no more hope-is when hope presented it self. And just like that my life changed. Man, so I guess tomorrow
t I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama sh-t afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping
) Give us more detonation More, gimme more, gimme more Oh, let me tell you about the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman? Thought you was Batman and
victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and I'm only doin'
'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use rubbers, need more
one race Superior and another inferior Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned Everywhere is war, me say war That until there are no longer first class And
strong to hold on to I climb on your roof and call out your name But somebody stole my silver shoes Now the show must go on, and on and on and on Will
money down, 45 Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat Every breath that I held for you, 45 There's a stack of shellac and vinyl Which is yours now and
Release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff You stand stiff and
've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory
clock Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o'clock (Nice) Yeah, me a clock every time I check Niggas don't measure up, and try and blame the Pyrex(Damn