: [Intro:] Sound It Too much voilence Yo, too much blood a run star Too much marror pan tar Too much gun Too much man a dead Some a dem a lose dem head
be starin at the money like its unfamiliar I get it I live it To me theres nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems Too much would kill ya
be starin at the money like it's unfamiliar, I get it, I live it, To me there's nothings realer, Just enough to solve your problems, Too much would kill
starin at the money like it's unfamiliar, I get it, I live it, To me there's nothings realer, Just enough to solve your problems, Too much would kill
called you Reese's Pieces Cause it's no wrong way to do you know what She turned around and giggle said; "You so nuts!" But nowadays we actin' way too
feat. Marvin Gaye (sample)) Dreamed of you this morning Then came the dawn, and I thought you were here with me If you could only see How much I love
desire Out of the frying pan Into the fire Drawn to the flame Your hands are tied You wanna take me baby All up inside You feel the hunger But it's much too much
around in the story of Pan I got caught up, and Captain Hook is my man But I want free love [Bridge] [Chorus] If you don't love me now You will never love
: I ain't got too much money, I ain't got too much sense Long ago I had a dream but that's no ?reconvenes? My father was a blind man, my brother was
you fi try and help the youth them make them get big, what Say how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer How much more live without bread and butter How much
real you must pay Listen to the way my rap flow delay His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks Too much to say, watch
Watch her dance... He is sharpness of mind - a lonely Peter Pan Always standing behind and from a distance Looking at a world of love and deceit This
name brand Costco you pain man Gal love original but ooman a ginal Clothes can't hold you gal If you nuh sexual Yuh haffi know how fi love her Cock
Seh yuh nyam unda har till yuh belch when it digest (burp) You a chat fuckry Facts me a talk Killa yuh career look dark From Jamaica to New York Yuh suck too much
back again Leavin' without her Is too much to bear But when we're together Too much nothin' to share But too much love I've never seen Too much love I
starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya
ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much
when I called you Reese's Pieces Cause it's no wrong way to do you know what She turned around and giggle said; "You so nuts!" But nowadays we actin' way too
