blind I think I love you more than you like me Because this is even crossing my mind I think I love you more than you like me Although I'm never sure
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you I think I love you more than you like me Although I'm never surer maybe I should want to be blind I think I love you more than you like me Because
words And I?ll see you through To guide you through this cold world And I?ll see you through Jah told you in his own words And I?ll see you through To
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think
move me But boy you make me scream like a scary movie(ahhhhhhh) On top of that, I'm smoother than the rest of the gangstas And I proved that dude you
don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin
Cowboy Romo niggas I got more bitches More digits 07 I'm hitting more switches Hip-hop broke, I'm gon fix I been away for a minute I was in Europe on
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I pop mines How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you changed
Verse Two] You reported more names than the evening news I guess now Reebok makin cement shoes Yayo the only real motherfucker from the street You swingin on me like you
me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back, What I look like the mudafukin Police, It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, Especially
jaw like I break the law, leave you all in all And the ride is so clean, you won't know what you saw I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag With a
I ain't leaving motherfucker, I'm back You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive
parts of me pal [Verse 2] Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write I want my unsigned hype Like Kanye want his five mics Aiight, I handle bars you ain
t get you plat's What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back ??? Industry niggaz I'll admit to that But I don't even
of the crop I straight flows for the block The party ain't over till I'm pullin' out the glock Unnecessary, that I unleash the real I rubbin' you the
I'm brainwashed But after I got know to Him then all the shame stopped They think I'm deranged, they call me insane They said that to Jesus, I'm following