(together) now you're gone you painted your picture on my heart and all I need is to hold your hand again but until you come back I'll smile and keep
(together) Now you're gone... You painted your picture on my heart And all I need is to hold your hand again But until you come back I'll smile and
it [Na-na-na] come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it. Love is great, love is fine Out the box, out of line
cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Hop in the Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah you love
are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
, a.k.a. Shawty Pimp I get money, I can't help it You can't stop it, you gotta accept it You can't knock it, you gotta respect it This is who I am nigga
you here boy Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you
goes around, comes back around. And then you get what you deserve. You part time lover. See, somedays you will love me. Then you don't, then you do, then you
your night, my baby boy, I know you will enjoy I know you will enjoy, come on, come on Come and get some of my lovin' What I got is outa sight Come and
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I
in my backyard i just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard quarter back shot gun, you don?t get any sack yards b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back
defendant please stand Is there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you
nigga in your army Though I?m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me Let it be, stop lookin
to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do
do it till you get enough, and i beat you dead and red and stuff what it do, what it is, I see you havena??t read enough this is the life I chose for
