General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the front line Take me to

Tie her to the bed and let a minute get ahead So I can get a better look and let her settle in the thought of it- And of course she really wants it I can see her dripping wet and Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are?! You betrayed me

I can't stop the feelin' So just dance, dance, dance So just dance, dance, dance, come on All those things I shouldn't do Got that good soul in my feet I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops (ooh) Nowhere to hide when I'm gettin' you close When

Yatra, Yatra Lo que le gusta es que le cante al oído en la noche Yo le digo que me tiene soñando otra vez Oh wow, me tiene hookeao' Ella le pide que le dé el corazón solo a ella Lo que le gusta es que (Otra vez, otra vez) Ella me pide que (Otra vez, otra

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

Stop this world from spinning Cause I can't feel the ground Someone let me down I never felt so high as I do now It's too good to be true I don't deserve you I never felt a love strong enough to I woke up in heaven today

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van