could you leave me all alone in the cold at the door Without a key to your? Heart's pounding, yelling loudly Throwing rocks at your windows Trying to
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're all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your
speaking on movin key's But every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut
see If you give a little more than you're askin' for Your love will turn the key chorus: I-I I just wanna be your everything Open up the heavens in your heart
you leave me, all alone in the cold at the door, Without a key to your, [Verse:] Heart's pounding, yelling loudly, throwing rocks at your windows, Trying
wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more
2: Sean Paul] Hey pretty girl...See me love fi see you walk... Yuh no habla ingles but just listen me when me a talk This ya one yeah from me heart
me. He hit me all the time my phone be ringing off the hook like... [Mindless Behavior] Me and my girlfriend, we go out every weekend! (Ciara: He hit me all
still dedicated I believe we can make it Just keep believing And we can basically touch But still I love you so much Coz your key holds my freedom And one
nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas
the kitchen I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching Bein' teeded in your
your heart and consume the fattest part Better watch from the eye of federal agents Selecting cams while they was disguised as vagrants Not knowing that a prisoner had held the key
a set up and no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn
[Verse One: KRS-One] Yo turn me up just a bit, so I can hear it and spit Reverse spit, and get tips, rehearse a hit and take tricks Research the art just
our lives like the hands of a clock going round. if only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began. its all too soon thats all
the corps? Active duty, bit missle buoy Sink your battleship, +Fuck You, Sue Me+ This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your
sport a bulletproof vest, but I stress All it takes is one shot to the dome Now your family's sittin' in the front row when you're gone [Chorus: 4x]
