said and done You never know how much you love a person Until that day they're gone But it's not over 'til it's over Over 'til it's over Hey, hey, hey
and done You never know how mcuh you love a person until that day they're gone, But it's not over til it's over. Over til it's over. *claps* *cheers
Oversættelse: House Of Fools. Indtil det er overstået.
said and done You never know how mcuh you love a person until that day they're gone, But it's not over til it's over. Over til it's over. *claps* *
walls and shields As I escape from the killing fields I can understand Mind over matter I know what it mean Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over
Was spreading business all over town I don't know what she told you But I bounced upon the love one time I took her to my house, laid her on the couch Set it
house Yo Crew up in da house Yo Yo Crew up in da house We got Crew up in da house We got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house WKYA Where all my peoples
house Yo yo, doggs it's my Fort Doc Shot wit vaults until death news can talk, cripple kids can walk My style will show guns what it is to spark Hit
a kiss C'mon, baby, we can do this Bitch, it's time to spend the night Let's walk the beach in the moonlight Holdin' each other like lovers do When the pussy's
, jump until you get tired House your body House your body House your body to the bass House it all over the place Don't let nobody in your way Tonight's your night, today's
's, glocks and lugers AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and M-16's High caliber, so why try it? You live by it, so you die by it A muthafuckin' gun Who's the
your sweet sense Until the day I started following your feetprints And tapping in your phone conversations through the heat vents It made complete sense, there's
sleazy, one track mind Workin? your work until you think you find Who?s goin? home with you tonight Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who?s
sir once again it's on Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2 Raise ya thunbs up my nigg, it's on fool [Chorus
my nigga Fuck over us, and you'll be looking for your life my nigga I garuntee, that you will lose it (cause I'm a motherfucking fool with my hand
s evident irelevent, what them critics say until they come rhyme, come act, come play get out me way or come trip into this rhyme funk I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, like the Buddha monk it's
that's going and giving me money It's funny how a hoe could make you thinks she's with 'cha When all the time she's just another niggas gold digger MJG