Lyrics:
Gave you my heart
And it came back in two pieces
Never knew someone
Could stop this pouring rain
The thought of you keeps playing in my head
Your
nimble
Show love to a nigga you don't know what he been through
You scared to make a move cuz the reaper near you cruise by the spot the blocks hot
Melting
Pieces
Pieces
Got the love birds chasing me
Pieces
Pieces
Little love that be killing me
Pieces
Pieces
Got the love birds chasing me
Pieces
Pieces
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
god knows where I’ve been!
Pitch-black darkness in the city tonight
The heavens are lit, a threatening sight
Startling silence shattered by a piercing
I'm, trying to get my piece of the pie
Open my eyes
Wake up everyday and I grind
Because I'm trying
To come up not just get by
Yeah I want me a slice
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
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Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
be what you want
And you can blame it on me
I don't care what you think
By the way, piece by piece
I found out my hero's me
By the way, piece by
break ha back a piece (She ghetto)
Getting chose by ya hoe I...
Think I know whyyy
MAAB or OBLA
Deus Lee what I go by
Shawty lipstick so fye
Give her fire
jak ssiesz wdzięcznie
By zbudzić Blyat co w Tobie drzemie
Wzięłaś koleżanki? Proszę wejdźcie
Trochę spięte no więc skręcę one kipiące seksem
Chcące
The imperial
(Maybach Music)
Money through the roof, and got it falling through the sky
Got me counting money on a Percocet high
Perpetuate
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial.
I big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal.
I burn like venerial,
And spit that imperial wizardry
material thangs wit the imperial game
I would hang like the chain on your neck man
You see the pieces of a broken man
They say that I can fix a broken jam
to come home
I know, someday you will
Little piece of heaven, shining like the night
No matter what you do, always by your side
And there's a little piece
Feeling so low
Can’t shake the heartache on my own
I am so alone
Going fucking crazy on my own
You took my heart and ripped it
Ripped it into pieces
Fascism exists here
In these United States
It's that ideology you spew
When you say make 'Murica great
Led by WASPy men
Who've been spoon-fed
pieces, bits and pieces)
Now you say it was just a game
(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)
But all you're doin' is leavin' me pain
Time goes by
Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.
Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.
Homie i was
bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone
Walk upon ? tracks,
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