Well darlin' I'm tellin' you now. This heart would break in two if you refuse me I'm no good without you anyhow Dear have I told you lately that I love you Have I told you lately that I love you Could I tell you once again somehow Have I told, with all

When I look you in your eyes I can see my own Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and

Yeah, today the big day Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

Rrrah, uhh, bitch! It's radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks

And I'll follow right down the river Where the ocean meets the sky To you, to you Somewhere down the line we went and lost it Only you, only you And no one else can fix me, only you Only you, (only you), only you, (only you) Dancing with your silhouette

With the power of love You've got to believe in love It's a feeling that's next to none Can't stop until we are one Tell everyone to try I promise you'll reach the sky Is the power of love We've got love, power (It's the greatest power of them all)

"Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin'