Letras:
Jones Tom With These Hands

With these hands, I will cling to you I'm yours forever and a day With these hands, I will bring to you A tender love as warm as May With this heart,

damn family Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man, Randy, understand me In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land piece And a matching land, Desert Calasandi You know the one with

is I wanna get back with you. Just give me one more try. I wanna get back with you. Just stop this hurt inside. I gotta get back with you. I been walking down these

my drawers at they house Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone Stankin' and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab holder Crushing these

back with you. Just give me one more try. I wanna get back with you. I gotta get back with you. Just stop this hurt inside. I been losing sleep I been walking down these

was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of course But I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche I can't hand a nigga

, Is I wanna get back with you. (Just give me one more try.) I wanna get back with you. (Just stop this hurt inside.) I gotta get back with you... I've been walkin' down these

, Is I wanna get back with you. (Just give me one more try.) I wanna get back with you. (Just stop this hurt inside.) I gotta get back with you... I've been walkin' down these

You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got no luck with Storm My dirty run with dirty niggas