you pick my heart up off the floor this could be love but i'm not really sure i put my heart in your hands, it's yours (Written and composed by Chris
but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we
A bitch'll disappear or the bitch will disappear We control the corners, that's usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different
ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a
to get on your nerves Your rent due on the first but right now it's the third Telling yourself it's gon' get better but ain't believing a word Feel like it's
Let's deem it profound! And prioritize this cause it was Allah's wish "Allah? I'm God" "No I ddon't believe that. That's a mystery" "If God is so
for playing, check the rhymes it's insane I write it for the streets, for the hood inspiration Inspire every party to map where it's poverty I started with a
? Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up Check it out, the original, shit, we makin' it Takin' it, to the extremes, we breakin' it When we get, inside a
mine Thats how I flo, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes
stood See I came like a flame in the night Like a ghost in the dark, there's a ray, there's a light There's a hope, there's a spark But when planets
gonna wife you ass up See I've met many girls A million different faces All over the world A million different places When I saw you, looking like a
't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will Or stop till there's a million a
forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
this is a place that's far from clean Apocalypse Now, but later on you say it's a dream But it's not a dream, it's reality Stand on the corner and you
but I back it up though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
And you wonder why you can't find us I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked For what seemed like a million
play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man
a dick But it's your life and it's your biz Four different baby-daddies get it how you live Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy
