ve traveled many miles to be with you And we'll do it again just because Because between us theres no distance Even though we come from many worlds apart It really doesn't
s gonna be just me and you Let's wait a while and think it over (think it over) I don't know why you behave this way (mmmm yeah) Don't you think that
body needs Don't wanna lead you on I don't want no people teased But I like the way you're playing That old school game I don't want this thing to be
I could feel this way (ohhhh) So don't be afraid I ain't gonna hurt you I promise my love is truuuuuuuue Sooner or later (sooner or later) You're gonna be mine I want you forever (I can't
we're dancin' And it feels alright I can't control my desire And we're dancin' And it feels alright Yeah And we're dancin' And it feels alright Can't
never give up on your love as long as I live [CHORUS:] Baby I'll give you the best I've got If that's not enough than I don't know what To be complicated
steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin
rappin' Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with green Strictly paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y
walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all You thugs out there, you don't got a clue (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit
cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat was poor Y'all niggas couldn't
rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a f**k! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
this out) [Verse: P. Diddy] Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I
to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever
city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
flip if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit
tches' faces with babies b-tch bite yo' tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes, tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380, thats my car costs, y'all thought
'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch, you don't even know who the fuck you are You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't
syndicate too many to name Y'all right here in the studio so why I'ma name ya? I'm lookin' right at ya, an' y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y
