cry If I should live, if I should die What now my love, now there is nothing Only my last goodbye, only my last goodbye Only my last goodbye, only my
it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real [Verse Three: RZA] My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck Everything exotic
a hater cause I don't ride dicks Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I know my shit Chamber Music, this
Hey love, hey love Hey love, hey love Yo, hey love, you're the girl that I adore Every time I go on tour, I want you more and more Ma I am yours, mi
It's like Jordan and Pippen Shaq and Kobie Ike and Tina Now I ain't trynna beat you baby It's like Sonny and Cher Donnie and Marie girl I just want you
ghetto in me, I love the sweet taste of revenge I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed Now I know who the enemy and who the friend But still, with my eyes
let me hear some noise from the crowd Yeah, yeah, we came to kick the door down It's time to hit the floor now, yo, we got some shit in store now So
the only girl Who makes my life glow And no matter what we go through I'll never let go Not once in my life Have I felt this way You keep running through my
do I love you too Please call again Next time I'm in Hey big nose What do you want now What do you call a cat that drinks lemonade What do you call a
Wu, it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real Verse Three: RZA My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck Everything
's smokin up in a shack while sonny and cher are making out in back mr. furley says "too loud -- get them out!" but this is what a party's supposed to
you sit on a chair On ya fat ass, expecting me to share (What?!) My name ain't Cher, yours ain't Sonny That means; no love between us, only relation is
Getcha hands up now, get your hands up, people if you want to party get your hands up now, get it crunk right now, get your hands up, feelin freaky
THE CROWD [John Cena] Yeah, yeah We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now Yo... we got some shit in store now So; clap your hands
Wu, it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real [Verse Three: RZA] My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck Everything exotic
