I've gotta heart full of soul And I know that if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've gotta heart full of soul She's been gone
Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad. I've gotta heart full of soul. She's been gone such a long
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her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad. I've gotta heart full of soul. She's been gone such a long time
soon as I touch the page You ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage And charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight 'Cause you
Back Of My Homeboy's Car Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way Money Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say What's Yo Phone Number Are You Alone? Got A Pocket Full
the Tecca Nina goin crazy (Verse 1) Hear this(?) I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist, Fear this(?) distraught counterfeit rap clowns get rushed
i draw a blank and then i reachin for steel The sharpest razor blades that made my first rate Hands of full believers full of murder and hate Used by many souls
Seconds away from destiny Payback motherfucker Now hear the recipe E.D. Bin laden I been ridin Total domination is my goal I want your souls And more Hear
eyes that your fading again Checking out, moving into your hole Where the light can't touch any part of your soul But hold up and let the river rush
Shadow And as of lately things have been slow So I reminisce on when we use to break them windows Yeah, 'til I got snatched by the cops With a wiffle ball bat and a hand full
with us If you wanna keep the way we feel on the hush Spit your game boy what's the fuss? I might disapear if you don't rush Forget about your secrecy Open up your soul
full wish Am I in tune Yea can't hear much But the melody coming from you Baby please don't rush Keep the tempo slow and you Let me hear the words
Uhh Yeah Uhh Yeah I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, motherfuckers, freeze
Wahoo, guess who's back? Mommy, we're home Say hello to my little friends DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill Everybody, put your hands where my eyes
