break my heart Break my heart, snap my feelings Break my heart, walk out and see There are more fish in the ocean But somehow they're not for me Break my heart, snap my
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niggas came up missing (Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start Now therefore they gotta see in dark Played the part with heart when
I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
it Like I'm asking her to break it on down (look out look out) Break it on down (look out look out) Break it on down (look out look out) Break it on down
on my face cuz paparazzis watching Everybody loves me Like Mr. T Something like a lemon baby Give it a squeeze The ladies scream when they hear my
all gon' sleep When a nigga like the groove but beepin on my creep So serious, when you walk up on my street The Violator hood niggaz busy parkin my fleet
we was needed to live Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative Pass this to all my seeds after me Represent and fight to be that everything my
the hard times as a juve-nile Often misunderstood Some joined the military, others just joined the hood Street corner combat, part of the dark streets Your heart beats pump when my
I display stylish ways Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days Listen up, all these words take heed When I cock and squeeze, no more MC
in the force I heard a Milky Way I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin (???) In Avenue D. in Brooklyn New York City ever since I used my man
why, she'd point to my drunkin' pops he tried ta hit her again, but that shit STOPS I kick him in his throat, you hear his neck break I throw a roundhose
I'm here for that paper playa, fuck one time I'm here ta break ya playa one nine Make ya scream and holla partner When I block ya partner When I squeeze
the drop I pull up the pop of the test It's outta the prairie Bitches style juice running through my head How many wanna die nigga? my concept It's irrational My
di counter, table Now Oh My Swing a likkle pon di table Everybody just gwaan do yuh ting (Let's go!) Everybody do di Oh My Swing Everybody just gwaan
blue and I was always wearing a frown , because my gal had turned me down. Then we met and you can bet I knew from the first, you were my love, and
