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So many things I'm goin' through
So much that I wanna do It startin' to become so clear to me Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed So many days I've thought of you It's about time you knew the truth Got to act quickly, you and I And fall in love, so many reasons why Why don't we (So why don't we) Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah) Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Why don't we fall in love) (It's so many reasons) (It's the only thing that matters to me) Why don't we fall in love It takes such a load off to let you know That you're the only one I never want you to go Things I never did now I want to do A love I never felt, now I feel with you Why don't I just swallow each and every ounce of my pride Everything you do I wanna feel again Ain't no use for us to pretend Why don't we, don't we (Why can't we) Why don't we (Why can't we), why don't we (Why can't we) Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (We, can't we fall) Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah, yeah) Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Oh) Why (Yeah) Come with me Tomorrow ain't guaranteed no Baby, let's be Baby, let's be Why don't we, why don't we Why don't we, why don't we fall in love Why don't we, why don't we (Oh) Why don't we, why don't we fall in love Oh...oh... No, no, no, no Whoa...oh... Oh...oh...oh... Oh Oh, yeah |
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[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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