Letras:
B O B Don T Break My Heart

they get it they don't care Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth But they listening in my business trying to fuck up my move [Chorus] [Bizzy

the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol my only untensil for cheddar It's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure

sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo! R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin

the peapods' I was like yeah, that's my favorite spot Plus I like it there, cuz I got love on the list High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked

Bankin' off my voice and makin' my choices She don't even know me and I'm kickin' and screamin' Tryin' to get out my dreams, at least to keep me breathin

T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition

the enemies roam, Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down, Please don't make a sound, hear the devil growl Please don't go to sleep

: "Don't be a good neighbour to her I'll send a love letter Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is It's a bullet from a fuckin

(repeat 4X) [T-Mo] As I step, the stage is empty No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thang with