do it for love absolution comes from within but love alone can save your soul from sin just don't do what the bad people do do it for love and only for
kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from
name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin' all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
think about it, dreamin' Dreamin', I must think about it Man I must be dreamin' I must think about it, dreamin', dreamin' One thing about it, I got love for
hit 'em with a new style? Know that motherfucker well, what you gonna do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Not gonna do us, it's new now
t strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses
lookin' for some fun Looked me in my eyes and told me, I was the one I said, "Why?", she said, I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would
and it hurts me. The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten
loving Gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving
, my niggas Throw your hands in the air right now man Feel this shit right here, Scott Storch, nigga Yeah, Khalid I see you nigga, show Big Pun love yeah
die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king
love me Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely I'm sayin' baby Touch it, why don'tcha? Touch it, why don'tcha? Touch it, why don'tcha? Touch it
sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound
in a minute Maybe chicken-head wit' it I'm in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted Runnin' ten a world, we did it (Did what?) Got the boxed
our ground and we put this down It'll be my niggas we out on the grind Know now for wealth Together forever still one of a kind Got love for the thugs
a fool, I love the game and I love the rules, if you cross the line then imma flex these twos, and nigga, oo, if i do, it was for my children, if you
it. We keepin' it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record. I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. They
