name of Love My heart is in your hand So try to understand... Straight for the heart I'm going straight for the heart Gonna drive you crazy... Going straight for the heart
gonna do Going straight for the heart Gonna drive you crazy Straight for the heart I'm gonna drive you insane Straight for the heart Gonna drive you crazy Straight for the heart
't stop now straight to the top now Go 'head mommy make it hot now I need me a love that's 'gon make my heart stop now And what I need is simple, five
with the white hat Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white
dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water For
do it, I do it for my hood And every time I do it, I do it for yo hood And every time I do it, I do it for they hood It's understood, I do it for the
been in it for the long one, the strong one Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the run Street giant defiant to the laws That the white man
six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the
ain't stupid, I know what the truth be You was up chilling with Yeezy last week You nasty, admit you nasty Trying to act classy, ask for a glass, please Grab a glass and get what? Ask for
it's white like Madonna Made man, you hear what I said having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread made man, also known as Papi Chulo and I'm running straight
so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters
Even when I die, I wont stay dead And its straight off the head, and its straight out the lungs Looking fly, fresh, old man, so young And I'm straight
, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleevea Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my heart
Broad day even with Jake there Serious, last time you saw me I was rocking the same stair Do or die, you or I, cousin I pray for you Forgive me for my
back where we got it locked down at In your white T-shirt, or a three piece suit Don't matter what you wear, all that matters is who you with Some jiggy and some straight
a mile away Yellow white and glasses geaming Chain's so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I
But he's no bum, he works down the street He bought the neighborhood deli You change your passion for