Letras:
4Him No Other Reason

words I say And the praises I sing always be Chorus For no other reason but to love you For no other reason but to say that you?re my god For no other reason

words I say And the praises I sing always be Chorus For no other reason but to love you For no other reason but to say that you?re my god For no other reason

and enjoy him Cause everytime we chill you make me happy And we stay tangled up like hair datz nappy Forget da other dudes cause ya boy is better And all ii got 4

lets get that money man lets get that money man [Verse 2:] Call me the unemployment office, cause a nigga got that work Niggas stavin on the other side

got 6 4's and hot bikes that I rock. Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock, but all that swinging in that bikini just might convince him. Slow all the traffic

, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!) Feminist women love Eminem [*vocal turntable: chigga chigga chigga*] "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him Look at him,

glassy And about the hour, him a heading to the money Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy Bat

2, swing on the 4 Everybody on the dance floor (Shout - "Ho!") {repeat} Sho'nuff Y'all ain't got it, U're dead! Go ahead {x4} (Frankie, play!)

go sit on the couch for him If he need work I'm a hand it out for him If he need a pistol I'm a hand it out for him (Take it all you need me) Yung Berg