And show depth, as we make people nod Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God [D'Angelo
'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies Immortilized by the realness I bring to it If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music My music, you
chops cause um "Niggas be rollin'" We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "Niggas be rollin'" Verse 2: I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks
go and also I'm Rets Rhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecks down to the preps in the Polos, the studs with pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks
In Da Caseload Im Connect Up I Make A Call Like A Metro Get What U Need To Get Yo Blowed Soulja Boy Aint Got Money Hol On Hol Folks [Verse 2:] I Got
with you. (ay this how it is) [verse:] Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho. I'm sick and tired of how you trip when I speak to folks
style cab?, hoop-te ville ridin out No lights, no cam, action - drama'd out ?? out, absorb the shit that I'm about Inner-city Bruno, ghetto folks, holla
thats real inside You be actin so harsh and so mean Insecurity and drama you wanna bring Checkin my mail checkin my phone Sayin you dont wanna be alone My music
PINELESS Music: Erik Sanko Lyrics: Chris Maxwell (?) I'm made of clay Anything you say Will determine the shape I take And look my way A vast delay Between
Cause you're handsome Like to talk and a whole lot of fun But now your girl's gone a missin' And your house has got an empty bed The folks'll wonder
hoe Scandal love, 'cause love full of scandal Too much chick for that ass she couldn't handle that Well it's the same tainted love in the music business
go and also I'm rets Rhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecks Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks
daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo Yeah, you know how we do, we do it for the people And the struggle of the brothas and the folks With lovers
outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music
like it, that's the way we like it, making love to booty music. Go Leo its your birthday, Go Virgo its your birthday, Go Pisces its your birthday making love to booty music
the band play on I got them folks on the left, man they going like, ho I got them folks on the right, and they be screaming like, hey I got them folks
Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one, on one We don't be trippin' off that, nothin' Players about to be somethin', somethin' A music
shit That shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit Trying to be like Short motherfucker, you know what I'm saying? Dangerous Music got some