Lyrics:
contract i'm too real
You ain't never had true skill
I ain't broke chill
Man I'm still worth a few mill
You remind me of Sisqó from Dru Hill
Fuck how you
kiddin'
Don't even try cuz my weapon is hidden'
My ni**a Dru ready to do some killin'
I'ma tell you just one time
Give me what's mine
Cu z I don't have
heart if you will
We’d be sat by the hills
While we counting the mills, ahh
And this shit is not no rush
We got plans, don’t interrupt
She done told me
Its Young P baby
I be making all these hits that are sounding wavey
I dropped Crazy
Now they say that they rate me
I do this for his glory
Try
believe in your grace
So to you I responded By seeking your face
Do you believe?
I believe I believe
Is he all you need ?
I believe I believe
contact with you
Oh that's all I wanna do
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all I wanna do
Now I'm trying hard to meet her but
is done)
Yeah (You said it) You said it
(I believe it) and I believe it
(You said it) by Your strength I'm healed
(It is done) by Your strength
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
much
Baby, you make me feel alright because you're by my side
Baby if you gon die I would cry
And If you leave me that's a bad dream I won't wake up from
you
I pull up with my gang, we are not the same
Opps they be lame, if you got an issue do not say my name
When I pop out
We just live it up
What they
off and bring a friend
I got backstage passes for you
Just meet me right by the bathroom
And if you don't have a curfew
Keep it real and we'll
Verse 1 (Dru)
Look at my bros, look at my face, all of us know we living by grace
Look at my pose, look at my stance, I'm ready for the war, this
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
what you was goin' through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with
bi*** and a queen
Whole time you be chillin
Dru Hill baby tell me what you want
What's the move what's the wave yeah I'm on what you on
Love to watch you
tell me believe)
On and on a false trace
(Can ya tell me believe)
I need to know what you are all about to do, babe
(Can ya tell me believe
a disco
Bald head red head like Sisqo
Bad bitch she went to dru
She head over hills for me
She drive me around while I sell me weed
She can't wait
When i get to this room imma put it on you
Imma do some things ion usually do
I might light me some candles, I might suck on them toes
Imma turn my
things
And if you believe, there is nothing that you can't do
In life, you can fly
Look up to the sky
God's grace is all you need
You can do all things
we ain't got shit to do
But head to my crib and "enter the dru"
The who? you nuttin but a star joke nigga (oh word?)
No few for your benz jeep car
still had you by my side so
Please don't go away
Have Faith
My love Have Faith
My love have Faith
You know it's down that hill
Have faith
My love have
still had you by my side so
Please don't go away
Have Faith
My love Have Faith
My love have Faith
You know it's down that hill
Have faith
My love have
do you think
No matter race, religion, or the color or the Creed
If ya black, brown, or Pink, or in or out of Sync
Or hang wit Beasties Boys, jus
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