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| Renee Pt. 2 feat. Mr. Cheeks | |
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written by L. Boyz, M. Arenas VERSE 1: [Performed by "BLANK"] Last week I saw this girl cryin. I asked why and she said she'd been tryin to straighten her life and it wasn't workin. she blamed herself for other people's hurtin. ashamed with no worth and shes no longer a virgin, but still longs for a person. she claims her friends only see her presence as a burden so she hides inside her curtain of lies and keeps the candles burnin. soakin up these lines like a sermen. cause shes blind and uncertain on whether or not her time was deservin. finds no life in religion so she takes a knife out the kitchen and cries as shes sittin, remenic'n tryin to invision that her life has a mission. but she doesn't see why someone should continue when nothin's left in you and no one to see what you've been through. regrets everything she did do to get her to the point that she's currently into. now razors and pins do the self-punishment for each sin she commits to. I keep tellin her a conselor is what she needs to get to and quit just duckin when he hits you, enough is enough, you have a problem that you need to admit to. she said nah I can get control of it and go back to livin happily like everything was ment to be from the beginnin. CHOURS:
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 Clap Back feat. 50 Cent |
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written by C. Jackson, M. Arenas INTRO: [Performed by 50 Cent] 50 Cent talking VERSE 1: [Performed by 50 Cent] I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin I be that young'n on the run, after I pop sumthin In the Bible I read, death is undetermined, If u talk about death, then death is oncoming, jay taught me how to flow, shot Em in the head, randy's ass was there, now he runnin scared, sum say Im gangsta, some say Im crazy, if u ask me, I say im wut the hood made me, now I could stunt til my ass dead broke like JD, or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that play me, see im cool with the haitian mob niggas, then say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas, to me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that see my flick, next to preme, papi and cat and montana, I kill em with the gramma' I enhanced in the slamma after bangin them hammas. CHOURS: [Performed by "BLANK" and 50 Cent]> VERSE 2: [Performed by "BLANK"] CHOURS: [Performed by "BLANK" and 50 Cent]> VERSE 3: [Performed by "BLANK" and 50 Cent] |
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| Love You More Feat. Eminem | |
| written by M. Mathers, M. Arenas CHOURS: [Performed by Eminem] the more you, put me through. the more it makes me wanna come back to you. you say you hate me, I just love you more. you dont want me, I just want you more. I buy you flowers, you throw em at me. I know its sad but its makin me happy. the more that you slap me, the more it turns me on, cause you love me, and I love you more. VERSE 1: [Performed by "BLANK"] I made a mistake and I regret it. but how did we let it, get between our bond and upset it. this thoughts gone past a headache. CHOURS: [Performed by Eminem] the more you, put me through. the more it makes me wanna come back to you. you say you hate me, I just love you more. you dont want me, I just want you more. I buy you flowers, you throw em at me. I know its sad but its makin me happy. the more that you slap me, the more it turns me on, cause you love me, and I love you more. VERSE 2: [Performed by "BLANK"] CHOURS: [Performed by Eminem] the more you, put me through. the more it makes me wanna come back to you. you say you hate me, I just love you more. you dont want me, I just want you more. I buy you flowers, you throw em at me. I know its sad but its makin me happy. the more that you slap me, the more it turns me on, cause you love me, and I love you more. VERSE 3: [Performed by "BLANK"] CHOURS: [Performed by Eminem] the more you, put me through. the more it makes me wanna come back to you. you say you hate me, I just love you more. you dont want me, I just want you more. I buy you flowers, you throw em at me. I know its sad but its makin me happy. the more that you slap me, the more it turns me on, cause you love me, and I love you more. |
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