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Bobby Brown Heart And Soul

(I know) You'd better know I'm talking about that old-school love That everlasting feeling can never be too much Somebody loves you heart and soul Hold on, don't stop And

Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards With them pop ass headsets around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and

like a super hero Gonna move the people with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for

called the family in, enemies, and next of kin. One foot in the grave, and his soul in the wind. From ashes to dirt, went closed casket to limosines and

complex I got you carrying glocks and tecs And got you feeling hesitant To step on stage and represent It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence

(feat. Bobby Brown) My love Some girl just wanna spend guys money Live their lives chasing the milk or honey Silver lives are their fantasy But you're

say shit twice Give ya one chance to hear it My flow Godly touches your spirit so ya better fear it I collect souls and put 'em on clearance Death's about

kick it with you everyday [ Ice-T ] Whether black or brown, the situation's the same Different hoods, but the same game Some girls won't take their time Others will stroll through our souls and find [ Bobby

the Dozen can fix it Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone right to where you