this is for my people Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index
is for my people Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down
tell your friends that you played me out Said I wouldn't say I love you just to make you shout So I call up seven digits that would pick up your phone
and chains You got love for the game Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Just for just for hip hop not for rap yo* Love what you
with you) I Cant wait to see you I Cant wait to be with you Loving you is all I wanna do 10 o clock your flight lands Can't wait to hold the palm of your
a real rap Is trapped in the rhyme and your climbing to the climax A lyrical painter, the fresh prince And y'all a know of my Picasso essence Musical passion, lovely
She says no, be patient, don't push her, just wait Because a woman is a gift to a man They like you +real+ hard but with a gentle hand So get your act
't that long (ohh TK) [Hook 1:] I wanna be the smile you put on your face I wanna be your hands when you say your grace I wanna be whatever is your
the nonsense Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince Times are hard, times are rough Didn't have 'Toys R Us' toys, but I had enough love Plus the
your belly with the maschetti, long Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on I know it's wrong, but it feels so right I used to bust
For a generation Within the same ol fear of a black planet 20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics So damn it If times is hard Time is god
) (Anybody Killa) This ain't your land bitch, it's ours, so I guess we taking over Pistol packing, gun clapping, making warm bodies colder Look over your
your land bitch, it's ours, so I guess we taking over Pistol packing, gun clapping, making warm bodies colder Look over your shoulder, can you see my face? Is
bread I'm straight form the hood so I ain't afraid [Verse 1: Romeo] Pops was a hustler even sold drugs So it was only right that his son be a thug Girls show me love
sweet prince, you used to love a lady You wrote poems for her, you were so kind Now she's hearing you're becoming crazy That you've lost grip of your
hope of men Waiting for love to come again He is the light of heaven radiant Prince of peace I Hear him saying, ?Follow Me? I look in your eyes and I
what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that,
yeah) You know damn well you had my mind, so you had my time Gave us all I had to give but I know thats hard to see that through your eyes So give