him Oh, only love breaks my heart You shot a hole in my soul It's the countdown for love, I know You shot a hole in my soul Hold on tight don't let go
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Case number C601999 will the defendant please stand Is there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You
what you lookin for, you gonna find Losin holes in my gold gat In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh I know your high on green, you messed
what you want, you want dope, you want coke Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo' You feelin' hot and
eyebrows (Where you at?) Climped out of a nice house Through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, bitch", pull a nine out during a
was a gypsy Pops was in the crib but he was upstairs tipsy Know I got soul, baby, jump upon a pole Janet Jackson took a ride, she's no longer 'In Control' The bedroom worked, not a
my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks You could catch me in the middle of the street Slapboxin' with my **** Porky And as I take you down my memory
've puffed a spliff first, shoot the giff first And 2-na Fish becomes a gift horse Look me in the mouth Tell me what you see No matter who I am I am you as you
die for mine you ain't gon' take it wit ease You better go Jack Monterey for his cheese You run up on me in my 745 beamer You catch 7 shots from my 45
snot box No penalties or shot blocks, it's similar to Comstock kid You catch an elbow in this hell Hole of concrete Add a touch of Soul before we compete You
out your ass hole First round, T.K.O. his ass like 'Glass Joe' I lash you, harass you, thrash you Smash you, blast you, I put holes in your shirt like
my couch! (bitch!)" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse
ll die for mine you aint gon take it wit ease You better go (jack monterey) for his (cheese) You run up on me in my 745 Beamer You catch 7 shots from my
, seein me in yo hoes lap An what you lookin for, you gonna find Losin holes in my gold gat In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh I know your
N Harmony Case number C601999 [Judge:] Will The defendant please stand, Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing Bizzy Bone? [Bizzy:] No man (You
your ass hole First round, T.K.O. his ass like "Glass Joe" I lash you, harass you, thrash you Smash you, blast you, I put holes in your shirt like cash
you at?) Climped out of a nice house, Through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, bitch!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme