(Slavens) love is the question that my heart's been asking and you are the answer every night I go to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep if I have
'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down
Original gangster Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin
how fast you were going? Nah not at all man You must have been going pretty damn fast Because my radar is over there smoking buddy Keep your hands where
? Yes, sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes, sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called
who write blood letters are truly bad men it's in my best interest to keep them on the other end Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten Study in
keep on turnin' me Love the way you turn me on Got me feelin' all alone Love the way you turn me on Boy you keep on turnin' me Love the way you turn
mall Tell me, is it true or false? Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin' that your mail is tall Tell me, is it true or false
in love with a stripper, yo Excuse me, what is your name? Uh, my name is Hope, yo I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses Have you any idea how hard this is
way Are you living for love? Are you living for love? When the road gets too tough Is your love strong enough? Are you living? Are you living for love? Are you living for love
twice a month Too much is not enough and enough is just too much Not afraid of one man, not afraid of ten Like a pirate in the city, he's a lover man
knew his quest was over As he held him in her gaze For this love would set The battlements ablaze Across the plains of mystery Scripted as he goes Love
The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote, "His red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is
face again Like, "Stone you out early, man we thought you got ten" We kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs and dap But you know hugs ain't love, niggas is
you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of you I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you Love in, love out Nowadays is no honor
in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand
Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail" Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift And if the plum is
