Without a warning I'm prisoner of love One thing I remember is All the good times we had It's hard for to realize That our love turned into hate No time
people [Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time [Master P] It's a
is no more R.I.P you never know when they're coming to get ya but have them bullets ready for protection take them bodies who has fallen as a collection
it (Lovely Daze like this, like this) Jim Jones nigga (You know) Capo Status (Coofie smacka) Aka Jim Caso (Lovely painter) And I jus' love it man (Lovely
I got the whelps N I weep n I weft N my lips be clef, Now watch yourself, now watch your step Now gimme a hug my love Baby I love you without a question or a
women The kites that sendin' to lifeless biddin' The streets to prison, I touch you then buck you Heats be spittin', laser, A.R. fifteen doors come down
P.P.P. gets it on We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa This funk here glocks up, c'mon I'm not an R
off the roof These niggaz in the hood keep sayin I got the juice I'm a hustler first a rapper second Don't tell Hove or L.A. Reid that's off the record
's history No mystery, I'm physical in action So guess relaxing is a weekend with Toni Braxton On your TV is me, incredible MC, B With the P to the R, my break a
pain that i would love to give; only god can judge me... And them other bitches they can suck my dick (x2) I told my parents keep a memory of me, something like a
yourself, R.I.P. [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] It's reprocussions, when you niggaz press my buttons too hard Then I become a saint, by bringing you niggaz closer to God Love
Lovely Daze like this...) Jim Jones nigga (you know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!) A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze
to waste time 'cause.. [Chorus: Ranto] [sung] [R] If I die tomorrow [P] and this was my last song I would [R] feel no kind of sorrow [P] Nah, I would
change when bullshit was brought into it r sax has fallen in 911 love Gotta buy for some bud repercussion of a bloody blood they rather see me in a cell
life real niggas misled u I was breezing thru leading u All my life suprona wata has never happened for a monster probably nota so nigga stand back And watch a killa knock & chop a
Bishop off the roof These niggaz in the hood keep sayin I got the juice I'm a hustler first a rapper second Don't tell Hove or L.A. Reid that's off the
et vos loves, y a que la fois qui t'sauve Le jour dernier, mon rap a une croyance, J'rap, je je rap les yeux fermes mais mon rap a une clairevoyance
