, Clipse they say, malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper, huh Well that makes me an
I hope I can find the words to say [x2] Yeah, normally, it ain't a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection
All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track Where all my terrorist niggas at? Show me some love, give me love You gotta ask
't tell if it's real it's a hell of a deal this is what i feel [/chorous] all throughout my heart and my soul affect my memory like an actor before the
gun A nine in your ass'll be fine Keep it in your glove compartment 'Cause jackers they love to start shit Now if you're white you can trust the police
love we make The love we make (x4) I know you like the love we make The love we make I know you like the love we make The love we make
Shootin the breeze, see I'm nice with these You'll be suckin it down like fast food high C's Type of rap bitch that love underground classics Gettin
for this mutt Funny feelin' in my gut Other witches out of luck We're headed to the hut House of Seven Gables Tilted white Kangol At an angle My smooth
When you said you loved me, did you really love me or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow. 'Cause I was naked when you said those words
, in this unassuming reality When all the bodies fall will they shun the light And dust their feet on brittle stone And all this time is wasted on an
to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On
Outside the South Central area Few cared about the violence Because it didn't affect them (Break 'em off somethin') Back to the criminal set But they
Maybe her father didn't demonstrate enough uh, affection for her. It's a . . . Phyllis: Oh . . . it's been so long . . . Don: Tell me, did your father demonstrate any affection
if I please a man But as a woman me harder fi understand A girl she needs affection (Affection) A man he needs direction If I an I say black, me ago get white
't want Mistook the nods for an approval Just ignore the smoke and smile Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist
, go to the white zone. you'll love it...it's a way of life. that's right, you'll love it, it's a way of life, that's right, you'll love it, it's a way
the reason we stressin' I miss that gangsta lovin' an' that lil' affection An' butter soft lips when you kissin' my chest an' Mary, I put nothin' above you An
