t gonna terrorize y'all n***? You can't be serious, Ruff Ryders We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again We gon' get it, get it started, get it started
't so hard Sappiness is a loaded weapon And a short cut is better by far Explosive bolts, ten thousand volts At a million miles an hour Abrasive wheels and molten metals It's a
you So baby there it is i've let it go and now you know It's funny how a feeling starts so small and starts to grow I had every line rehearsed I'd
you So, baby there it is I've let it go and now you know It's funny how a feeling starts so small and starts to grow I had every line rehearsed I'd
keeps, so fake soldiaz tha end Lay hours of tha end, now brothaz are schemin tryin to break tha heart, gotta 'lleviate tha problem before it even starts
, at any time I can start splurging The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack
And then one day when I looked up I saw a sailin' ship And I met the stare of a millionaire out on a fishing trip A diamond ring he tied to a string
a broken heart He said, "Turn me around and take me back to the start I must be losin' my mind, are you blind?" I've seen it all a million times Take
this song But I gave up You see one million words can't describe How it feels To know your love Where did I go wrong I should have told you from the start
write this song but i gave up you see one million words can't describe how it feels to know your love where did i go wrong? i should have told you from the start
eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter, yeah Start 'em, ignite 'em, I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin', whoo, yeah Alter a nigga nina
mad cerebral You on your last burrito! (What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse
, I'm a spit till my very last breath... (fuck y'all) Chorus Verse 3 Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target, You ain't came
sleepy children such a fright. With one touch, they're gone. She's a working mom. and she keeps all her kids in line, With an outstretched palm, and a
some Huh, motherf-cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle
A one in a million chance You know the moment that you crossed over the line A casual glance No one has to read between the lines In the south of France
A one in a million chance You know the moment that you cross over the line A casual glance No one has to read between the lines In the south of France
Break someone's heart Falling apart Then start again one more time Abadabadango can you hear It's the rhythm of the heart That beats for a million years