, i never meant those words i said, and youre the fool for eating what i fed you" are you sorry now? i wish i'd given up when there was no reason why,
free? Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P Yeah, nigga that's what's up? D-Block till the death, motherfucker so our gat is up Sheek
free Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P (SP) Yeah nigga that's what's up D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up (
of you Now most of my plans have crumbled and faded May this one come true I'll make a start I'll give you my hart The rest is up to you So give your
man and level a nigga If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame When it
now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma ghost Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the smoke (Holiday) I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell (Holiday
fuck so many haters ???? Bitch you need to grow up You already know what side I throw up (Westside bitch!) Given our game back to weak niggas to help them niggas blow up
m in the street strugglin' Young dumb and thuggin', give a fuck about nuttin' Stuck at rock bottom, tryin' to come up on somethin' Pumpkin' from sundown to sun-up
Everybody listen up 'cause I'm about to give my speak on Fools be trippin' when it's time to get their freak on Runnin' round town, puttin' it down Without
hero picking up his dues A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet She's staring at the brochures at the holidays Chalking up a name in your hometown Standing
funk You know the mic is like a vine I swing on it like tarzan I drink a coke and hit a note like barbara streisand Step up, fess up, stand around and
CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY ALABAMA All my friens are asking me where I plan to spend the holidays People
an uninvited lesson I never meant to learn She gets what I deserve I can't whitewash my excuses I can't cover up the stain I can't give back what I'
Polo black scented, eyes squinted Air Force One's, with my own patent in it Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy Pagan holidays, are way far
'm the big brother you call to come fifth her So how you makin' the club, open your lips up Tell him, I'll give you some love give you a kiss what You
escape Everything was shut down but for that Frederick, Super 8 (Don't apologize, just give me my fuckin' sandwich) Lost on the highway on the side of the road Kicking your feet up
Wake wake wake up in Hold on wake They stole all my other shit Keeping my money nigger Fuck all that our talk Life is only what you make it You can take
DJ HOLIDAY) holiday season every good thing must come to an end baby dj holiday sammie the prince we appreciate yall riding with us (holiday season)
