a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me
technican with a mission that's what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could
us Kills the next brother next Think about it too long will make you sick Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin' Economically, astronomically it could
stopped I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear
built this far This is me and you, you're my superstar I'd give anything, baby here's my heart My heart, my heart (Will.i.am) My heart don't stop, my heart
me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang Scorpion, she's so hot, she's a scorchin' Killing me softly, Lauryn or Kevorkian Couldn't tell if
green He loves to argue oh and it kills me His sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes And if you asked me if I love him If you ask me if I love him
want is you All I want is you (now) All I want is you now Now that you're gone, gone, gone [Verse Two:] Cause being a friend was killing me softly Hear
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I? Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on
If you think this is over, then you're wrong If you think this is over, then you're wrong If you think this is over, then you're wrong If you think this
, Wayne called me a genius It's YME nothin' gets in between us Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody 'bout to bury me In this rap game nobody could ever
did it without one Yeah nigga, I'm about my business Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If
I journeyed to her crib and I let myself inside That chick was slouched down on the couch, I think her brain was fried Couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't even look
, did you kill 'em all? To death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns And you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill
to my battle cry My battle cry One, two look at the telly They drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna kill me, will I die? In 1999 smokin