One hit One shot One bullet For the murder of my sweet Too late Too wrong Too perfect Coz our love wasn't meant to be One hit One shot One bullet For the murder of my sweet
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
to my battle cry My battle cry Listen to my battle cry My battle cry One, two look at the telly They drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna
always safe to pray And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My
on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (50 Cent) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun fuck em one-on-one We wrap
not feeling you Sarpong - But I'm an officer shorty Beyonce' - My looks are killing you Mos Def - Murder One will get you under the covers Beyonce
hundred woofing, where these niggas be strong Staying alone to my own, with my baby and wife Plus I'm keeping the bread a nine, cause I'm guarding my life Ain't no slipping in my
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger
like its a relay race, pray once im reachin my weights No bullets (?) (?) and weights He dont know i kill armies Dont tell him when bullets hit him and
it cause they deserved the bullet Put the cuete to their temple Then pulled the fuckin trigger cause it's so fuckin simple ::Chorus:: Just like my lyrics
make you, clap ya hands and say You go the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the place My bars are like a bullet
your lips speak, see the clip leak when inflect heat leave a mother fucker up shits creck Pop one of the beats, kill one of the souls, murder one For
'bout I wanna get up with that big ballin' bitch Plus niggas feelin' what I'm on as well Plus got my mind in the zone The one that's rocking fresh pelle
4-4 cocked On the block in it, two door dropped And my spot is keeping but hot The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot My nigga got popped With a bullet
tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage Let niggas take shots at me no response I just flip and pop my collar like the fons You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one
little itty bitty styles down to ions My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap Sounds
